In Veronica's view, one by one the Holy Light figures left the Great Hall of Radiance, and the sacred power that had been turbulent throughout the space finally began to calm down again. She waited until the last bishop had also left before she slightly turned herself and looked at Pope Saint Ivan III beside her.
"Your Holiness, do you have something to say to me?"
The elderly Pope hunched over in his ornate chair, the strength he forcibly sustained seemed to be gradually fading from him. Despite the brilliant Holy Light descending from mid-air, this illumination could not reverse the fact that his body was continuously weakening. The old man took several heavy breaths before raising his eyelids: "Veronica, loyal child of the Lord, what did you see in the highest prayer room?"
Seeing the cold snow covering the dirty, filthy streets.
"I saw the Holy Light shining upon this world, the Lord's meadow is pure."
