Arc 2, Chapter 53 — Danger Lurking
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Pray?
Hah.
To the weak, they need something as meaningless as hope.
With the shards and the existence of unholy beings, there's no doubt there's a heaven and a hell.
But that didn't mean they'd be down to rolling around kissing some divine guy's ass, just so he can spare a few moments to save them.
It might work for the majority of the world, but not for them.
Underneath the heavy rain, a youthful man held an umbrella for an old man with white long beard.
It was a long stroll, but they got out of the rain soon enough.
Now indoors, the duo still kept their pace, taking unhurried steps forward.
The air was thick with incense, and the frail light and rainy shadows filtering through stained glass windows painted the marble floors in dull watery hues.
Security here, security there.
The Vatican was far more heavily guarded than any other place in the world.
