With a loud rumble.
It was as if the high platform was struck fiercely by an invisible giant hand, suddenly collapsing with a tremor that shook the ground.
Amidst countless cries of alarm.
The leaders of the Redemption Church emerged from the smoke and dust with sooty faces; besides Pope Domingos and the seven Blue Flame Priests still standing, all other bishops and clergy were either kneeling or fallen, their faces filled with shock and anger.
"Ah ah! Damn it!!"
"By the gods of Flame above! I will not yield!"
"Demon! What on earth have you done?!"
The furious roars had no effect on "Neil".
His eyes were fully covered by crystallization, and a shadowy image of a rust-stained crown hovered above his head. Draped in a pale cloak and wielding an ivory White Authority Staff, he stood alone in the center of the square.
"Kneel!"
The staff in "Neil's" hand pointed forward.
