Chapter 403: The Kowloon Assembly Order

A flicker. A whisper of consciousness in an ocean of pain. Remedio felt as if his very soul had been shattered into a million pieces, each one a screaming shard of agony. He was adrift in a cold, dark void, the memory of the Pope's devastating final attack—that spear of blinding, divine light—playing over and over in his mind. But amidst the darkness, there were points of warmth. Twenty-one of them. They were like distant stars, pulling him back from the abyss, weaving his fractured self...