"What... what the hell is that thing."
The follower closely followed the priest, having witnessed Lorenzo's fall firsthand, yet in that brief moment, Lorenzo had already exerted immense pressure on him.
The kind of power that far exceeded what a normal person could achieve in such a desperate situation... it was like scaling walls effortlessly. He couldn't help but think of those monsters that once existed within the Church, but according to the purge that night, they should have been wiped out.
The priest remained silent, firmly quickening his pace away.
He was well aware of what the follower suspected, and this only made him more wary and anxious. It seemed that the monsters hidden in Old Dunling were more numerous than they had anticipated.
