This Is a Tad Bit Illogical

The return trip to the Holy City was a good one for Father Weslie — no doubt fanned by how he had succeeded in securing a temporary truce from the Voidwalkers.

The chaplain's optimism was contagious. Even Baiyi felt as if the rising tension between himself and the Church had been seemingly assuaged, though a part of him wondered if it was just an illusion.

Back in the Holy City, the newly appointed Pope and the Chief Judge sat motionlessly in a majestic office. Unlike the architecture of the room, the furnishings were almost too simplistic for the two highest authorities of the Church.

Granted, the most breathtaking feature of the office was not the furniture but the walls and the ceiling over their heads. Murals of religious themes, drawn in Earth's Renaissance style, graced these oversized canvases.