Creak...
A foot stepped on a baseball cap that had been burned to ash.
Bishop Slivka, along with others, carefully walked through the destroyed cornfield with flashlights in hand.
The downpour continued.
This turned the recently dry ground into a quagmire in the blink of an eye.
The ashes of the burned corn mixed with the rainwater, slightly impeding their movement.
"I've never encountered such a horrific incident in my life..."
Bishop Slivka looked at the charred traces around him and, at the center of the cornfield, at the man facing away, his eyes full of shock and caution.
"Everyone be careful, our companion might be a bit off."
As he spoke, he also gestured to the others with a wave of his hand.
The exorcists all took a deep breath, becoming noticeably tense.
Bishop Jon, however, continued to keep a stern face, holding a red-covered book, silent yet resolute in his steps.
A peculiar, chilling sense of oppression made him enter the state of Spirit Vision.
