Seeing the "0-08" quill suddenly vanish, Klein's heart jolted.
Then he noticed that the Hall of Truth had suddenly become extremely quiet.
An idea struck him.
Klein slowly turned around and saw that the weathered stone pillar had, at some point, become a cross over a hundred meters tall.
Before the cross stood a vague, enormous figure.
It seemed to bear all the sins of mankind upon its back, gazing compassionately at every living being it saw.
Rows of black, high-backed seats had also appeared within the hall.
Just like those in a church.
Yet among all those seats, there was only one worshipper.
The worshipper sat in the center of the first row, his eyes closed.
He wore a rather plain white robe, with a pale golden beard concealing the lower half of his face. His hands were clasped before a silver cross pendant on his chest, and his expression was gentle and serene.
Klein's heart sank sharply.
Of course, he recognized this worshipper.
This was Adam, chairman of the Twilight Hermit Order and the King of Angel!
At that moment, Adam raised his head, revealing clear eyes like a child's.
He slowly rose to his feet, his expression tranquil as he said unhurriedly.
"George III has fallen, Loen has suffered a devastating blow, and Intis will no longer remain a bystander. It has decided to seize this opportunity to attack. This war has begun to truly sweep across the world.
"Can you accept such an outcome?"
At that secret mausoleum in East Chester County, William Augustus I, the chief bishop of the Church of the God of Combat, and Bernadette, the "Queen Mystic," simultaneously sensed George III's fall, whether through changes in order, alterations in the aura, or their own prophecies.
The chief bishop and the "Queen