C60 Goodbye donald

As they walked out of the military camp, they both let out a long breath. They no longer needed to accept the glory of the Pope's God of Light. They felt much more at ease. "Roaring Mountain, I am coming. Spread the glory of God on you. Magical beasts, elves, come out. Let the glory of God shine on you."

"Heh heh, I think you're even more of a pope than Lund."

"Dear Montana, or perhaps one day