Earth. Vatican.
Pope Malti stood at the front of the Vatican Temple. Behind him were the four Red Robed Archbishops and a large number of Church clergy members, each silently chanting esoteric incantations, while Malti's gaze remained fixed in mid-air. He understood that what was destined to come, had finally arrived.
Massive waves of energy were continuously rising, each surge bringing tremendous pressure to Malti. The sky had already turned black, clearly daytime, yet it now seemed like night had fallen. The aura of black energy continued to spread in the air. The Nine Stars Continuous Bead had already begun. Malti knew that what could be humanity's greatest disaster was about to happen today. He waited, and as the highest leader of the Church, he could only confront whatever was to come.
Greece. Parthenon Temple.
