The pope raised his staff, gesturing towards the opening doors behind the ceremonial podium.
One by one, the Imperial Church's Seven Virtues stepped onto the stage, each wearing their distinctive symbols.
Logan's eyes followed them in amazement, his breathing becoming more difficult because of the sheer pressure radiating from each of them.
His eyes locked on the three figures at the center, the Imperial Church's three SSS-ranks.
He was already familiar with one, the Virtue of Temperance with grey chains on his robes.
But the other two, a man seemingly in his twenties with dashing blond hair and a golden orb on his robes, and a woman around her early thirties with a colorful lotus symbol on her dress.
'The Virtues of Faith and Compassion,' he thought, eyes widening slightly. 'They really weren't joking around for this.'
The other four virtues weren't to be underestimated either, each of them wearing their symbols with pride.
