Chapter 242: Claiming the Spear of Light

On Holy Mountain. The Holy Pope saw it happen and his legs gave out. He collapsed onto the ground, landing hard on his backside. He stared at Bruce Yale in raw terror, his lips trembling uncontrollably. The Cardinals looked even worse. They sprawled in crooked heaps as if their world had ended, eyes dull and unfocused, like the sky had caved in on them. The Holy Knights held up a little better. Only a little. Their legs shook violently, sweat pouring off them in sheets. They had felt that earthshaking...