When Anton got off the private plane, there was a car reserved for them. It wasn't very flashy, besides being black, but the interior, once inside, showed its quality.
This time, Alexander was driving, Rafael was in the passenger seat, and Anton sat in the back, analyzing the new reports that came out every day with much more frequency than before.
About twenty hours ago, there was a possibility of a quarantine due to a virus not as deadly as a supernatural creature released in China.
In South Korea, there is a possibility of a dark entity that drives people mad.
In Brazil, there are creatures that travel beneath the earth and only surface to eat defenseless people.
The situation in the world is becoming increasingly uncontrollable.
Someday, there is a possibility that they will face an evil that they cannot hide from the entire world.
Undoubtedly, this is something that will happen.
Anton set aside those thoughts, changed his posture, and comfortably began to process the information to devise plans.
Without hesitation, he experimented with advanced battle methods to confront dark entities and devised military tactics with advanced teams for that purpose.
He is very strong now, but that wouldn't win him a battle with a hundred demons, so he needed to trust in his own agents of light; only then could they win a battle against a demon.
"Let me know when we arrive."
"Understood, Archbishop Guardian!"
...
Reformed Church.
This church had undergone many renovations, to the point that there were even guards dressed as cleaners who secretly cared for this place.
The surroundings were simple and without many luxuries; those who came to pray were all those who still believed in God. There were always believers coming and going.
One leaves, another comes, and someone will pray for those who don't come.
Right now, there was only Thomas, who was now a fully-fledged exorcist priest. His clean attire gave him an aura of a true master. He realized that there was no need to be a priest to rid the world of evil. Following Anton's training, he could now be himself and fight against evil.
He had been working for several days and finally learned some things and met some of the believers who came here frequently.
Through conversations, he discovered that most believers had some connection to Priest Anton.
For example, there was a family of bakers who came every morning to pray before opening their shop. For some reason, they were very grateful to Anton and always asked if he had arrived.
But because Anton was everywhere in the world, he rarely came to the churches.
The baker family felt a bit anxious, but they understood that Anton's work was special, so they never expressed more than required.
There were also some believers who seemed like newcomers. Although these believers didn't seem to want to give explanations for why they came so frequently to the church, Thomas was still very aware that these believers, who wore decent clothes and seemed refined, also had a look of respect every time they heard Anton's name.
Although they didn't stay as long as the old believers, their dedication was greater than others'.
"I'm afraid not; Priest Anton hasn't returned yet, Mrs. Rodgers. He will be back very soon, but he's not here yet," Thomas said with a smile on his face.
As someone who had been helped by Priest Anton, what he liked most was to hear stories about Anton from other people.
There was no reason; it just made him happy.
"Good morning, Thomas." A voice was heard inside the church.
Thomas, who was cleaning the benches at the entrance, quickly stopped what he was doing and looked in that direction.
An elderly man carrying a bag was there, smiling.
This was an older man who came to pray, spending a lot of time here every day, so he must be a retired man from a good job who now dedicated himself to doing things he really liked without worry.
"Make yourself comfortable, sir; you've come earlier than usual."
"I like to get out of the house and walk."
Thomas smiled slightly as he saw the old man enter with a smile.
As he walked around to clean other areas, Thomas suddenly heard the cry of a child.
"Hi uncle, we're here to visit you!"
Thomas, who had almost finished his work, directed his attention to the group of people who had entered the church.
"Nephew..." Upon recognizing the people who entered, Thomas stopped what he was doing and walked toward them to greet them.
Precisely thanks to the help of Anton, he could continue saying he was a priest despite being expelled from the church for breaking his vow.
"Have you come to the city to visit me?"
"Not really; I had to register your service at the city school because they say it's the safest." Carla, who was Thomas's sister, said.
"That's amazing; I could take care of all of you as long as you study near the church." Thomas said it with a kind smile.
Carla smiled and said, "Come on, we brought you food." She wanted to see her brother and bring him some food since they hadn't seen each other for a long time.
"That priest you talk so much about hasn't returned yet."
"No, I heard he went to Spain." Thomas shook his head, walking toward a room where he could eat in peace.
Carla nodded understandingly; she didn't know what Anton was doing in another country, but he must be a good priest the way he traveled.
But just as Thomas was about to ask about the family, he could see through a security camera.
She was a teenager who seemed hesitant about entering the church. She looked quite ordinary, with short hair, a simple black hoodie, and jeans.
Thomas quickly remembered that the girl who was hesitantly making movements was the girl who cautiously asked if Priest Anton was in this place.
Carla also noticed the strange behavior of that teenager and asked, "Who is this girl?"
"I don't know. But she has come recently. She should be here for a reason, but she seems too reserved to tell me." Knowing that he was in charge of this place, Thomas stood up. "I'll go and take a look."
...
"Do you think they'll think I'm crazy if I tell them about that dream?"
"That dream is too real; I even woke up with some wounds."
Martha stared at the entrance of the church for some time without knowing what to do.
She was a girl who didn't believe in many things, part of the new generation that claims to be at the forefront of trends; she shouldn't be like this because this is something her peers can laugh at.
She thinks the same, and she has always believed that this world is a scientific one, but recent events still make her feel strange and scared.
The dreams she had every night were so real that she couldn't distinguish between reality and dreams; the constant murmurs in her ears made her feel irritable.
"I have to ask for help..."