Trumpet Hall, Holy City

In the lofty spire of the palace, where the faithful could be seen at a glance below, a conversation was taking place between a child and an adult, both dressed in ornate clothing. The commonality between the two was how poorly the gold-embroidered garments suited them.

The child wore the robes of the pope, oversized and awkward, with sleeves too long and accessories too cumbersome, more "draped" than worn. The adult, meanwhile, donned the formal attire of a hero, but the discomfort was written all over his face, making the outfit appear stiff and ill-fitting.

Though …