As the former pope, I dedicated a decade to rescuing humanity from the edge of total destruction. Time after time, I stared death in the face and emerged victorious, ensuring the world’s survival against impossible odds. My efforts pushed me to the absolute limit, barely making it back to our planet alive each time. Just when I thought the battle was finally over, the unthinkable happened…
The sacrifices I made were beyond comprehension—sleepless nights, unimaginable dangers, and personal losses that would break most people. Every decision carried the weight of billions of lives, and failure was never an option. I fought demons, both literal and metaphorical, to keep civilization from collapsing. Yet, despite everything, the struggle wasn’t truly finished.
Just as I began to believe peace was within reach, fate intervened in the cruelest way. The fight I thought I had won came roaring back, more relentless than ever. Now, I stand here, exhausted but unbroken, wondering if anyone can stop what’s coming next. The world may need saving once more, but this time, I might not be the one to do it.
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