The air was torn into layered ripples by his aura, as though all the light between heaven and earth gathered here, only to be transmuted into a force of annihilation.
"You mortals, who delude yourselves that you can shake the will of the gods!" The Pope's voice boomed like thunder detonating, "Tonight, I shall cleanse all your rebellion and blasphemy with the Spear of Divine Judgment! Let purifying flames fill this world!"
Before his words had fully fallen, he slowly raised his hands, and a heavy, ancient volume—the Holy Scripture of Light—rose from behind the altar, floating into the air.
Rune-flames wreathed the tome, burning and leaping like living things.
Immediately, a colossal forbidden-curse Magic Array of ultimate brilliance, woven in blinding gold and silver hues, manifested above the altar.
