The mere presence of this elderly person in the room is enough to drape everything in an air of decay.
Yet the only thing in the room that could be considered lively is probably the old man's eyes.
Those eyes are not at all what you'd expect an old man of his age to possess.
Bright and spirited, full of vitality.
…Filled with a longing to live and a lingering attachment to power.
The Priest looked at the old man, respectfully bowed, and softly said, "Pope, Catherine Judge... has failed."
"..."
The old man was startled upon hearing this, then his gaze sharpened, staring intently at the Priest before raspily asking, "Why?"
His voice, though somewhat forceful, was very hoarse and rugged.
The Priest kept his mouth shut, unsure of what to say.
Because he was also unclear about the situation over there.
The old man quietly looked at the Priest, his gaze filled with disappointment and anger.
