Upon hearing Charles's surprised tone, the man chuckled, "Of course, as the spokesperson for the Light God, our Pope has found a way to communicate with the Light God. Please follow me; the altar is this way."
Charles's eyes narrowed slightly. What exactly was the Pope up to? Could he really believe this entity was the Light God?
Remembering the wise look in the Pope's eyes, Charles felt that there was definitely something fishy going on.
Charles followed these people through winding skyscrapers, looking down at a bruised road now marked with various religious symbols.
Walking amidst various triangular patterns, the atmosphere felt desolate yet slightly eerie.
The walk wasn't too long, and soon a spacious crossroads with zebra crossings appeared in front of Charles.
On the vehicle-less street rose a flat-bottomed pyramid embellished entirely with gold.
