The pope's hands wriggled across the pole, gripping them tighter for a moment before the bright golden hue reaching from its tip began to spread even further out.
"The gods have ordained that I deal with this threat myself," he said, his eyes drilling into the floor with a hint of regret.
"Hahaha, the pope? What good will that do--"
The demon's tongue curled through its mouth, its sadism getting dimmed by the bright golden light that filled the air.
The runes covering the chest of everyone present sizzled at the light's hue, popping out into the air and melting onto the ground.
The surrounding heroes, church members, and king all released a sigh of relief, some dropping down onto the ground from the tension in their limbs releasing in an instant.
Vrrrmm!
The staff the pope held clashed against the demon's forearm, the demon having jetted through the air to create enough force to raise dust around them.
