With a gentle twist of her fingertips, the tiny stone fragments left in her palm slipped through them.
The Pope lowered her eyes in thought, her expression solemn. Her gaze passed over her slender hand and settled on the hole in the wall—her attack had missed.
Had she returned again?
As she pondered, the Pope flicked her sleeve and looked back. Her cold gaze swept over the uneasy Ju and Gui.
"What time is it?"
At the Pope's golden words, Ju and Gui, who had been bowing respectfully, felt their pounding hearts settle a little, only for confusion to take its place. They exchanged glances, then answered truthfully.
Pope Bibi Dong calculated silently. She had only been gone for a few blinks.
In the space of an instant, she had crossed thousands of miles!
How had that been possible?
At the thought, the Pope merely furrowed her brows slightly. She paced slowly before the two of them, the Pope Scepter in her hand tapping against the floor in time with the click of her heels.
"Just now... did either of you notice anything unusual? A fluctuation in Soul Power, or some kind of beam of light?"
Ju and Gui grew even more bewildered, but quickly replied, "Your Holiness the Pope, Old Gui and I were guarding outside the hall the whole time. Everything in Spirit City was normal. Nothing happened."
The Pope's expression turned slightly cold, but she had no intention of discussing it with them. She stopped and casually waved them away.
"You may leave..."
"Yes..."
Ju and Gui bowed and accepted the order. Just as they turned to go, the Pope's voice sounded again.
"Wait!"
The two froze in place. Without turning her head, the Pope continued,
"Go find the records of Martial Soul Awakenings from the past