These things all appeared at the same time atop the Sky-reaching Tower; chains automatically bound Rafael's body, shackles restrained his hands, and long nails pierced his chest and knees.
Rafael was instantly bound in place.
But on His face, there was no hint of pain, His brow slightly furrowed as if He were about to fall into confusion, lost in thought.
Not far from Him, Charles I, wielding a cross sword, was climbing the Sky-reaching Tower, ready to behead Rafael just as he had the head of the Holy Prophet.
The vast array of Holy Thorns held no sway over him.
Could anyone stop Charles I?
Perhaps... not.
The big shots watching the battle answered their own questions within their minds.
Everyone could tell that Charles I, having dedicated himself to become the "Divine Containment Body," was like a "Master" walking on Earth; his mortal body and soul had been replaced by the Lord of Light's Divine Power.
