Annie's face revealed a cold cunning, and she swiftly wielded the spiritual chains.
Spiritual ropes formed from shadow essence intertwined within the void, spreading rapidly like a spider's web, tightly binding the pope's remnant soul.
The chains glittered coldly under the dark gleam, each tightening inducing a painful howl echoing in the sky.
"You won't escape from here!" Annie threatened in a low voice, her eyes deep and stern like the night sky. The ancient curse that peeled away the essence of the soul and disintegrated spiritual structures made the atmosphere excruciatingly heavy.
However, the pope's remnant soul was unwilling to be contained. He fiercely struggled with distorted telekinesis, causing the chains to violently shake.
Black shadows and holy golden flames collided sharply, creating twisted dimensional turbulence that seemed ready to engulf the entire altar.
