The subsequent woman appeared youthful in demeanor. Despite her beauty, she was akin to green leaves supporting a flower—ordinary and inconspicuous, lacking any striking features.
Pope Saina, her small entourage, Secretary Nelson.
Envy looked displeased at the rising Saina, borrowing arrogance's classic line: What level is this, standing at my height?
"Facing the Seven Deadly Sins without changing expression, commendable courage. State your name, and I might grant you a presumptuous epitaph." Envy commented approvingly.
"Naturalism Church, Pope."
Saina spoke calmly, her thoughts invoking a tide of energy, unleashing spatial ripples on the half of the sky corresponding to the Hell Gate. Thousands of Giant Dragon heads emerged, clutching energy beams in their mouths...
A barrage of arrows!
Envy's pupils contracted, his form fading as the beams approached.
