"It's you!" The siren gasped, "You're the one who's been hunting us!"
The young bishop smiled at her words, "Indeed."
He waved his hand, not allowing her to utter another word. Bolts of lightning flew out of the sky, the air crackled and they consecutively struck the siren one after another.
But this time, the siren was prepared. Waving her arm, she deflected the lightning into the tip of her spear.
One after another, bolts of lightning struck her spear, her arm somewhat shaking as tiny bolts of lightning electrified her wet skin.
"…You!" She gritted her teeth, her veins protruding from her forehead. "Impudent brat!"
But, the bishop wasn't even listening.
"Is she the one?" He asked an older Deacon who stood by his right.
The Deacon unraveled the scroll he held in his hand and showed it to the young bishop.
