Dawn Holy Mountain.
In the Supreme Cathedral, Solarian's eyes were one black and one white. Within the pure-white eye was reflected the sacred Kingdom of Heaven, while inside the dim eye of the Abyss was the sight of countless worlds collapsing and falling into the Abyss.
His eyes carried a mighty aura as he gazed at the distant battlefield. In his sight, that epic war between the Church and the Empire was a sky and earth formed from a patchwork of shattered regions, cut off from the rest of the world.
He pondered, because at any instant, he could cross the distant void, break through the curtain formed by the gathering of broken rules, and bring his power down upon that battlefield.
In other words, he could act—and in the process, the Florian Empire's emperor, Floyd Columbus, would be at the moment closest to death. Yet he hesitated. This Pope of the Church had terrifying power gathered in both eyes, but he never released it. "Should I kill him?"
Solarian murmured. He could not be sure of his own thoughts—or rather, he already knew that the moment this question arose, he understood that his faith was not loyal enough.
Yes. Loyal.
He had far more considerations.
"If the Empire's emperor dies again, and dies on the battlefield at that, then the war will never end. The flames of destruction will burn the entire world, human civilization will lose all peace, and the warmth beneath the sunlight, the Lord's children, will be lost."
"The Lord's mercy will become a wavering flame in the darkness, and the dawn that burns away the dark will also be powerless to turn the tide."
As his words continued, the mighty aura in Solarian's eyes gradually faded as well.
A long time later, the star-filled ceiling