Lawrence still remembered everything from many years ago, that night etched into his soul, when he fled like a pitiful stray dog under the raging fire, but now, he returned here, like a king returning to his palace.
This truly was a liberating feeling.
Saint Nalos Cathedral rejected Lawrence's arrival, but no matter how it resisted, the limbs would curl up and shatter, always new figures would step forward, treading over fallen corpses, "Lawrence" seemingly endless, transforming into demons as sinister as itself.
There's no turning back, from the moment Lawrence became the Orthodox Pope, the only road left was forward.
Fortunately, Lawrence didn't care about these things; he never looked back and had never regretted the choices he made.
He was truly a fanatical believer, an extreme zealot, battling to this day for that elusive prophecy.
"Everyone, do you see it!"
