Picking up the astonishment in Charles' voice, the gold-robed man let out a chuckle. "Of course. As the spokesperson for the Light God, His Holiness, the Pope has found a way to communicate with His Divine Being. Please follow me, the altar is this way."0

Charles' eyes narrowed into slits. What in the world is that Pope up to? Does he really consider this thing as the Light God?0

The Pope's wise gaze surfaced in Charles' mind. At the same time, a suspicion rose in his heart—there was something more nefarious at play.0

Charles followed the Divine Light Order disciples as they navigated through the labyrinth of tilted skyscrapers. The worn asphalt underfoot was still visible, but now, after three years, it was overlaid with a variety of religious symbols.0

He felt both strangely...1