Dividing The Loot

Richard raised his head, calmly staring at the pope floating in the sky, doing nothing to stop the old man as he heaved a deep sigh and disappeared through the door of light. The distant Saint Martin was doing the same.

The moment the door of light started to fade, the corpses of the clergy started falling from the sky. The platform of light that Martin had formed remained, but the battle there quickly grew much less chaotic as the paladins lost their confidence in their cause. Only fifty or so of the holy child’s followers remained, fighting against hundreds of paladins, but with Michael’s death, the fall of the angels, and the slaughter of the cardinals, they were suddenly at the loss. Victory...