For more than twenty years, a pillar that had always supported Augustus collapsed at that moment.
Why?
Why?
Why?
Ah!
Ahhhhhh!
The elegance and nobility of the Pope had completely vanished by then, and at that moment, only heartrending screams remained in Augustus's throat.
His eyes were lifeless.
His body spasmed as if electrocuted.
He seemed to be crying, but it resembled more of a hoarse wailing.
The corners of his eyes rolled down not tears but blood, for his tears had long since dried up.
Perhaps, this is what appears when sadness reaches its ultimate limit.
For over twenty years, Augustus had struggled in pain, the hatred for revenge driving him to desperately chase after power, but a person cannot live in hatred forever, no matter how steadfast, eventually succumbing to the torment of hate, step by step towards collapse.
Reason will be lost, willpower will disperse, the soul will become exhausted.
