In the sky city, the air was filled with gloom and tension—the famous tower was gone, leaving a space that seemed to mock the elders and the pope, who were gathered in another meeting room.
"Why did you have to send the holy son?! Do you know how we look to the entire northern continent?!" one of the elders pointed at the pale and silent popes.
"A child brought you down to this level: Our tower was razed to the ground, the holy son held hostage, and an unbelievable contract!" Another Elder listed everything, feeling incredulous at the passing minutes, as they had only been informed about the contract and the failed assassination plan, and didn't expect things to go out of control—now they were struggling to keep up their reputation.
"We can't let this attack go unpunished, or others would think the church is weak and begin to separate from our control." A grey-haired, middle-aged man stood, frowning, troubled by this matter.
