Noah's deadly Sword Qi

As Pope Andrew tightly gripped the staff given to him by Yrellea, a sinister grin slowly spread across his face, his eyes gleaming with a newfound sense of power. He began to mutter in an inaudible voice, careful not to let Yrellea detect what he was doing. His hands trembled slightly as he focused his energy, channeling the holy magic of the staff.

Yrellea had her back turned towards Pope Andrew and initially didn't sense anything. However, an intense Holy Ardor suddenly flooded the site, and she was caught off-guard.

She turned around to see the Pope Andrew with a sinister grin and the staff shining with Holy Ardor.

The Holy Ardor moved and created something akin to a portal above the Pope Andrew's head.

"Ha ha ha! How naive you are, Yrellea. Your conditions didn't mention that I cannot harm you," Pope Andrew sneered with a twisted grin on his face.