Yukihina PoV
"Nearly two-hundred years have passed since your death, Sir Wolfgango," Amelia said, her voice strained but measured, her knuckles white as she gripped the hilt of her sword.
His eyes widened, a flicker of disbelief and confusion crossing his features. "Two hundred years," he repeated, the words a ghostly echo in the vast chamber, his gaze sweeping over the grandeur of the Grand Cathedral before settling once more on Vadim.
Leonardo held his hands out, his palms glowing with an orange light as stone rapidly coalesced from the cathedral floor, weaving itself into a sturdy cage around the man. "I do not know how you still live, but I have several questions," the High Priest stated, his voice firm, though a tremor of unease slipped out.
