There seemed to be something moving slightly in the air. It was invisible, but as it moved, it created heavy ripples, affecting the surrounding objects, so that when humans focused their eyes, they could barely make out its outline.
The priest looked at the empty space in front of him with some fear. In that empty space without anyone, he could see a human-like outline, like a ghost.
As one of the very few people who were left behind in the Temple of Stasis and was responsible for maintaining this huge ruins, the priest had long been accustomed to all the weirdness in the Temple of Stasis. After all, some people said that this was the origin of the demon hunters, and it was here that the Gospel Church extracted the secret blood and launched a counterattack war against the demons.
These were stories that seemed like myths, but the priest did not know much about them. He did not hold a high position in the Evangelical Church, otherwise he would not have been transferred to this dead place.
He retreated uneasily until he leaned against the ancient stone pillar. There were many such stone pillars in this huge space. One after another, they supported the dome, and the end extended into the endless darkness.
It is very difficult for an ordinary person to live in the Temple of Stasis. The new Pope does not seem to want the news here to spread. Since being transferred here, the priest has never left. Sometimes he even feels that he is dead and buried deep underground.
But everything that happened before was nothing compared to what he was experiencing now.
He tried hard to calm his breathing, but his heart was still beating violently. The priest could clearly see the dust falling from the darkness above his head. He could also clearly see that the dust, which was originally falling freely, seemed to have encountered something during the process of falling. The falling trajectory was slightly distorted, and a strange human figure was outlined in the air.
As strange as a ghost.
He drew a dagger from under his robe. This was the weapon prepared for them by the new Pope. A small amount of holy silver was plated on the blade. It was said to be for the priests to defend themselves. But in fact, they all knew that if anything so-called weird really appeared, they, the priests, would be powerless to resist. Their spirits were stretched to the extreme, but the next second, the vague ghost disappeared.
It was as if it suddenly collapsed in the air and returned to nothingness.
Hallucination? Or something else
The priest was also a little dazed, but then a feeling of suffocation came over him, as if something had strangled his throat, preventing him from even screaming. He struggled hard, but the resistance was meaningless. His face gradually turned blue, and finally he seemed to be dead, with his head lowered, half leaning against a stone pillar.
This silence lasted for a few seconds, and the priest slowly raised his head, but his eyes revealed a completely different look.
Lawrence looked up at the palace that was so familiar to him in his memory. Seeing how dilapidated it was now, he was a little dazed. He seemed not to have expected that his betrayal would be successful, nor that he would be able to live to this point today, and even that he almost pushed the Evangelical Church to a dead end.
However, he did not come to the Gospel Church today for nostalgia. He looked down at his palms. This real reality made him feel very good.