What exactly do you want
A voice sounded in my mind, the voice was blurry and distorted, with a hint of familiarity, but difficult to distinguish from my memory.
[No matter who it is, if he survived until now, he must be driven by some kind of force, which makes him keep moving forward. So, you who call yourself Seni Lothair, what is driving you? ]
Questions kept coming back.
[Think carefully, is it the wrath of the Holy Night
Yes, the loyal demon hunters were betrayed, and all of them disappeared in the raging fire that night. Only you survived and continue to this day.
You want the truth, right
Now that you have obtained the truth, what drives you now?]
The voice gradually became clearer, filled with evil magic. The new Pope seemed to remember who the voice belonged to, but he closed his eyes, did not speak, and did not move.
The new Pope, as always, knelt on the edge of the Well of Ascension, with several sharp spike swords lying beside him, emitting a cold glow.
In front of him was a deep, pitch-black well. The darkness within it seemed to have substance, like burnt rotten wood, constantly emitting black, granular smoke.
They were rising like mist, and as marked by the murals on the wall of the well, one could clearly see that the darkness had risen a lot. It seemed that in a while, they would completely overflow from the wellhead and spread to this sacred land.
"Shut up."
He spoke, his voice hoarse.
The fire on the night of the Holy Coming had left him completely disfigured, and his voice had long since become distorted, like a broken blower, with a sharp hoarseness in his voice.
But the voice in my head mocked and questioned instead.
[Is it really so? I think you are also confused. What are you fighting for now? ]
The voice seemed to penetrate the virtual and real and reach reality. In the mind of the new Pope, the voice outlined a familiar face.
The new Pope knew whose voice it was.
The evil spirit that surrounded him in the nightmare finally revealed his original hideous and terrifying face.
It's him.
It was the voice of Seny Lothair, before the fire infected him.
When I opened my eyes, a familiar face appeared in front of me, just like facing a mirror.
The new Pope was stunned for a moment, and then he accepted it all helplessly with a wry smile.
"Has it been so long?"
He shook his head and reached out his hand to touch the cold mask on his face.
"It's been so long that I've forgotten what I originally looked like."
He took off the mask with force, revealing the face underneath, which was covered with scars and burns, like a devil. He looked at himself in the mirror. Under the face of that "normal person", the new Pope now looked like a real devil.
"So what are you moving forward for now?"
Another self came closer, and this time the voice came directly into my ears, transcending the limitations of reality.
"For... what?"
The new Pope held the mask in his hand. His face was reflected in the metallic luster, but his face was distorted because of the ridges and curves on the mask.