"...purified by Divine Punishment!"
The Pope's final words still echoed across the square.
"The people of this land do not need salvation!" A furious roar suddenly exploded from the crowd. Upon hearing such blasphemy, the Believers turned angrily toward the voice.
A burly man abruptly drew a dagger and hurled it viciously at the nearest Holy Order Army soldier.
THUK!
The short sword pierced a Holy Temple Knight's throat. Blood spewed out, splattering across the pristine white ground. That single drop of blood was the spark that ignited the riot!
In every corner of the crowd, dozens of robed Minstrels simultaneously drew short swords gleaming with a faint green light from their instrument cases. The resistance fighters hidden among the masses and the Noble Private Army disguised as pilgrims instantly dropped their facades. The scrape of unsheathing blades, furious roars, and agonizing screams tore through the square's hypocritical peace in an instant.
