Upon hearing this aged voice, the seven saints hastily ceased their argument, all collectively gazing towards the papal throne at the end of the teak long table.
Seated atop it was a frail old man with completely white hair and a face full of wrinkles, draped in a white priestly robe, a [Fisher's Ring of Authority] adorning his hand.
His eyes seemed to glimmer like radiant gold, and holy power as vast as the sea surged within his body.
Every breath resonated in harmony with St. Peter's Cathedral and the City of Seven Hills, as if the entire world responded to his every gesture.
Though he spoke casually, every word he uttered seemed to instantly become an established fact.
In legend, the "word follows the law" of the great prophecy skill is just like this.
This is none other than the being with the highest status on the Silver Continent, the current Pope Francis IV!
