"How is this possible?" Cristine asked with an incredulous expression. There was no sacred aura, no trace of witchcraft, not even psionic energy in the air. No priest, witch, or medium. There was no sign of any of the three human professions at the scene. Only demonic energy and nothing else. It was almost as if a demon had performed the strongest exorcism in centuries.
But the idea was so absurd, even insane, that when it crossed her mind, she simply buried it in the depths of her thoughts.
"This is probably the strongest exorcism performed in a century and we have no clues?" Cristine murmured, feeling a massive headache coming on.
She preferred to believe that a medium with a gift for hiding traces was responsible rather than believe that a demon exorcised another demon. She could imagine those old men asking her to do the impossible and locate the person who performed the exorcism.
Xavier continued to stare at the spot where the exorcism had taken place. Although he had no vision, he possessed something even more special—Spiritual Vision.
With this ability, he could see an entirely different world that most mediums, witches, and priests could not. He had used this ability for sixty years and had become famous because of it. This ability had also saved him from many life-and-death situations.
Xavier used this same ability at that moment, his eyes fixed on the scorched image of the man on the ground. Then, he saw—a sea of crimson flames burning trillions of souls in eternal torment.
He found himself lost in this world of eternal flames, with screams of madness and pain overlapping in his mind like a choir worthy of hell.
Xavier looked around in panic and saw a scene he would never forget in his life: thousands of souls grasping his body, gradually pulling him into the sea of crimson flames. Terror, fear, uncertainty, and panic caused the experienced man's mind to fall into complete despair.
"ARGHHH!!!" Xavier clutched his head and let out an inhuman scream. He fell to his knees on the floor, staring at the ceiling with a look of sheer horror. Tears of blood streamed from his eyes, and blood flowed from his ears and nose.
Seeing this, Cristine's face changed drastically. She moved behind Xavier and made him pass out immediately. Although she didn't know what he had seen, she assumed it was nothing that mortal eyes should behold.
This was the tragic fate of most Sensors, dying when they saw something they were never meant to see. The price for witnessing something that all humans probably should never witness in their lifetime.
Holding Xavier's unconscious body, Cristine sighed helplessly. Without this man, the investigation would be very difficult, even stagnating for a while, until another Sensor was assigned to the case.
"It looks like I arrived late." Hearing the unfamiliar female voice, Cristine's dark eyes narrowed. She was sure there had been no one else besides her, Xavier, and the young man unconscious behind the counter.
Looking over her shoulder, a blonde woman with short hair wearing an elegant white dress appeared in her field of vision. The woman had delicate and refined features, holding a small black purse in her right hand as she walked gracefully in high heels.
What caught attention was not her stunning beauty, but her eyes—silver like two pale moons in the sky. Cristine recognized those eyes that she had only read about in books, the rarest gift a medium could possess—a seer!
In the Old Testament, these people were known by another name—Prophets.
If a prophet was involved, it meant that things were not simple, especially because this woman was involved.
Remembering how many seers existed in the world and how many of them were women, Cristine already knew the woman's identity—Evelyn Grace, Vice-Principal of Brighton Hall Boarding School.
Looking around, Evelyn first focused her gaze on the scorched image of the man on the ground. Blinking a few times, a mysterious smile appeared on her lips, stained with a bold shade of lipstick. There was a satisfied look in her eyes.
"You really did arrive too late; a Second Order Executor is dead, and the student you recruited must also be dead by now."
Helping Xavier sit against the wall, Cristine spoke coldly, her dark eyes meeting Evelyn's silver ones with a faint dissatisfaction.
In Cristine's eyes, if Evelyn had requested a higher level of protection, none of this would have happened in the first place. But due to her negligence, two people had died. She also did not believe that Evelyn was unaware that this would happen. If there was one thing seers were, it was arrogant. They considered themselves gods, deciding the fate of many without even blinking.
Looking at Cristine for a moment, Evelyn did not respond and continued to stare at the scorched image on the ground.
"He is alive." But Evelyn's words left Cristine surprised.
Honestly, under normal circumstances, it would have been impossible for Daemom Morningstar, a boy who had received no training, to survive such a brutal and orchestrated attack. But, seeing the playful smile on the woman's lips, Cristine accepted that the boy was alive, though she did not know how.
"I will order the PRC (Paranormal Response Center) to use the Eye of God to monitor all cameras in nearby cities. If he is alive, he shouldn't be far away." Cristine looked at Evelyn and spoke calmly, her dark eyes fixed on her silver ones.
"Thank you, Special Executor." Evelyn took a card from her purse and handed it to Cristine. "You will need it."
With that, Evelyn's eyes fell on the corpse of the emaciated cow, and she left without looking back. Her black high heels echoed particularly loudly in the convenience store.
Seeing the business card in her hand, Cristine showed a derisive look, and the card combusted into ashes the next second.
"Need it?" Cristine looked at the seer's back with disdain and smiled sarcastically. "Manipulative bitch."
"Special Executor." A young man approached, saluted Cristine, and showed a sad expression. "I tried to stop her from entering, but it was useless."
Taking another cigarette from her pocket, Cristine lit it and exhaled a trail of smoke into the air. "Don't worry about her right now. Call the auxiliary team and start collecting all the evidence. Tell the auxiliary team that there are two unconscious people."
Blowing a large amount of smoke into the air, Cristine flicked the cigarette ashes onto the ground and walked away with a very unpleasant expression. Feeling manipulated was not a good feeling.
Outside the gas station, Evelyn approached her Rolls-Royce Phantom, and the driver opened the back door for her. Getting into the car, she opened her purse and took out a cigarette, using a lighter to ignite it, she blew a line of smoke.
"Cristine Miller was as strong as they say." The driver spoke with a very dignified tone, unable to forget the terrifying power in that woman's body.
"Of course, she would be strong. Her grandmother was an extremely powerful Special-Order witch, and her mother was also a powerful witch. There was no way she wouldn't be powerful with such a good lineage." Flicking the hot embers of the cigarette into the car's ashtray, Evelyn replied casually.
This was the reason for other people's envy toward witches; the stronger the ancestor, the stronger the descendants' talent would become over time. Cristine Miller was a good example of this. At twenty-six, she was already a Special-Order witch, the second youngest in the entire history of the Great Order.
"Let's go, Phillip." Looking at the gas station, Evelyn's eyes narrowed, and her lips curved into a smile.
Welcome to the real world, Daemom.