There was actually someone in the circular chamber.
VanMojo was too much lost in his sorrow to notice the woman who was assuming zazen, her back facing the wall.
She let him express his pain during a short while. What she could see was an instable aura, filled with doubt.
The woman finally coughed and said softly : "Do not let your heart become as cold as mine, Pope. Come sit with me and medidate."
She then made a vague sign with her hand and looked around quietly. "I can still feel his presence."
If VanMojo wasn't so sad, he would have maybe noticed the pentagram on the ground, made with what could be some kind of gray sand.
She was sitting in one corner of the star.
A Pope versed in the difficult art known as magick would have understood what was going on here.