"So... the Silencers are related to humans, aren't they?"
Perhaps the secrets learned today were already too many; the impact of the scene before him on the new Pope didn't last long. He continued to think calmly.
"Silencers? What is that?"
The man heard the new Pope's words and asked, his voice somewhat muffled as if he hadn't spoken in a long time and was close to forgetting how to talk.
The new Pope did not respond to the man's question. Instead, he cautiously scrutinized him.
The man didn't seem to mind; he simply raised his head to look at the dilapidated Static Holy Temple.
In his blurred memories, similar halls appeared, but in a blink, the once-glorious palace had decayed into its current state. Countless years seemed to have passed, etching countless scars into its refined façade.
"How many years has it been? The Static Holy Temple has become like this."
