Damian on the high platform was no different, his heart transitioning from anxiety to struggle, and now to calm acceptance. He resolved to yield to fate's guidance and compromise to it.
Because the one who governs the Empire's fate was seated right beside him at this moment.
This execution carries profound implications.
The people in the square raised their heads and saw the Pope's dignified yet indifferent gaze, silently declaring the end of an old era, signaling that the Empire would usher in a new epoch centered around ecclesiastical power, a new era belonging to him.
Until, the roar of lightning shattered the square's silence.
The vertical strike of lightning obliterated the pyre, yet, astonishingly, Collins emerged unscathed from this formidable lightning strike. Not a single wound could be found on him, and he himself was left stunned by the unexpected turn of events.
Before anyone could react, the torrential rain obscured everyone's vision.
