Corey stood at exactly twenty five meters from Pope Arzhel, and such a distance was completely insignificant to beings at their level.
It was comparable to them standing mere centimetres before one another, and both Corey and Pope Arzhel stared into each other's eyes.
One had an incomparable solemn gaze.
While the other had a gaze that could freeze the depths of hell and could also watch the end of all life without feeling a single emotion.
This stared own occurred for exactly one minute, with both individuals running simulations in their minds, and then a change occured.
Pope Arzhel moved.
In the blink of an eye, he appeared before Corey with a fierce and cold gaze. His arms moved, and his axes became engulfed in flames as the Pope's intent in laying waste to Corey's entire body, soul, and being was not hidden in the slightest.
No longer did the Pope desire to have Corey's corpse in one piece.
No longer did he want to find a way to capture Corey instead of killing him.
