Fluctuating Stress

The pope stared at the general and Arad. He could feel their magic clashing and burning like waves of thunder. It would only take a small trigger for those two to fight.

"Calm down, both of you." The pope said, walking between them and lifting his hands, "This is a holy place. No need to kill each other."

Arad turned and looked at the statues, "You're right,"

the general walked to sit on the opposite chair to Arad, putting his massive greatsword beside him. "It's not a place for the unholy," He glared at Arad, "But the gods would have struck you down if they wished."

Undead, vampires, and ghosts burn when walking into a church due to the excessive holy magic flowing inside. The fact that Arad could remain there only meant the three gods didn't mind his presence.

The pope walked between them and reached to the statues to pray. A tiny fairy emerged from Arad's pocket and flew to sit on Amaterasu's statue's head.