Fortunately, this unstable factor has yet to become formidable.
The man in priestly robes tapped his monocle, and the lens was suddenly covered with a layer of gray mist.
This gray mist seemed to be alive, flowing straight into his right eye socket, enveloping and filling the white of the eye and the pupil.
At the same time, in a lowly prison in Babel Tower, neglected by all, an elderly man with a haggard face suddenly stood up.
His already cloudy eyes were filled with gray mist, and his skinny frame bulged with blue veins, easily breaking the chains on his body.
The tattered clothes on his body quickly transformed into the long white priestly robes, surrounded by spiritual light, a triple crown atop his head, and a monocle appearing out of thin air and resting on his nose bridge.
