Whoosh—
In the cloudless sky, a flash of white light suddenly streaked across.
Following closely behind was a thundercloud that rumbled like the end of the world, with blood-red lightning cutting through the air, as if darkness was rapidly encroaching upon the land of light.
In the darkness, atop a section of the thundercloud, stood a middle-aged man in a holy white robe, wearing the Church Triple Crown, a light gold sacrificial robe draped behind him, his lips curled in a gentle smile.
He wore a single-lens spectacle on his nose, his gaze fixed on the white light gradually moving away.
With a flash of brilliance beneath his monocle, Black Moon Pope thoroughly perceived the figure within the white light.
It was a long-eared rabbit with red eyes drooping behind it.
"Is this Dubhe One..." Black Moon Pope observed with keen interest.
Meanwhile, the rabbit's swift escape halted abruptly.
Because further ahead, a young man with a folded fan appeared, blocking its path.