"Pope Tharos, wait!"
The voice was desperate, the person behind it reaching their hand out in pursuit of his figure.
He was floating in the air, the staff in his hand bright with a blazing illumination. Its light was unlike anything that it'd been before, reaching far past himself to engulf the entire area in white.
On the other hand, the demon's very skin sizzled at each prod of the light, reeling back from the sickness that bled into its very being.
"Please, reconsider!"
The voice rung again, this time more pleading. It was the king, Viral, holding someone in their arms.
The person groaned, scratching at the side of their neck. He looked up, switching his attention between the pope and the king more carefully.
"Uh... king...?"
"Corien, just stay where you are. I understand the strain you vanguard members feel once your commandment rune acts out."
