In the Holy Hall, in front of the white oak long table enveloped by a single shadow of light.
The new Pope, watching everyone leave, suddenly and silently turned his head towards the strands of Holy Light shining down from Nihility.
Within, a mass of Black Mud suddenly surged forth, condensing into a face covered with fleshy buds, dead and hollow, facing Chuck Mario Crisworth, who once performed as a Dancing Man, with handsome features.
The mouth of the Black Mud face curled into a strange arc, and a cold overlapping voice echoed within this holy place.
"Rest assured, your Master will not know of these deeds."
"Apart from the thorns themselves, no one knows that the 'Holy Blood' left by Light has been rejected by the thorns, returned to the original Holy Mountain... Moreover, you haven't erred, because that Holy Blood was sent back to the Thorny Kingdom by us... So, it remains a just, luminous war."
"Blood for blood, how righteous."
