Chapter 155: Guardian of the Silent Age

The fragile hope kindled by Wu Jianwu’s words was extinguished as swiftly as it had been born. The Pope of the Church of Departure, his face a mask of incandescent fury, no longer feigned benevolence. The exposure of his human lineage was not just an insult; it was a sacrilege against the divine narrative he had constructed around himself. “Blasphemy!” His voice was no longer human. It was a chorus of a thousand screaming souls, a resonant boom that shook the very foundations of the island....