The silence was heavy, almost suffocating.
Sepphirothy rose slowly, her presence dominating the space like an eclipse devouring the light. The Pope, writhing in agony on the cold stone floor, was nothing more than an irrelevant detail to her. Her sharp eyes were fixed on a single target.
"You, descendant of one of China's most powerful warriors..." Her voice cut like blades, carrying something beyond mere disdain. "And yet, you lower your head to worms who hide behind dogmas."
Wu Tian clenched his fists, his teeth grinding. But he did not retort. What right did he have to speak in her presence?
"Your master would never have accepted superior orders to protect a monster like this." Sepphirothy spat the words like venom, her gaze overflowing with judgment. But there was something more… an echo of recognition, as if she knew Wukong beyond just the stories.
Wu Tian tried to open his mouth, but she silenced him with a sharp look.
