The two had finally felt void power, and now they only needed to strengthen their connection to gradually master void energy.
This would be a long process—they'd need considerable time to master the Vazarin school's abilities.
Meanwhile, Alfred, who'd just finished taking the life serum, opened the door and brought in visitors.
"Long time no see, Detective Gordon!"
He knew why Gordon had come. Bruce and the others had all participated in suppressing the demons a month ago, and Marcus had suggested building a church.
Now, after a month of preparation, Gotham had finally passed the construction bill for that church.
No matter how chaotic Gotham was, this was humanity's business. There absolutely couldn't be more problems with things like demons.
Nearly every official in Gotham had mobilized. This was a major event concerning all of Gotham—no matter how incompetent they were, they stayed cautious when facing such threats.
Gordon and Harvey were among the donation committee members, and they'd immediately targeted Bruce, the Wayne family heir.
This young heir to the Wayne Group controlled Gotham's greatest wealth. If Bruce was willing to donate, the church would be built much sooner.
"Long time no see, Mr. Alfred. We're here about the incident from a month ago—I think you know what I mean."
"Yes, after that day, I doubt there's anyone in Gotham who doesn't know about demons." Alfred nodded, then led them into the manor. "Are you here for donations?"
At Alfred's question, Gordon nodded slightly. Although countless binding chains were suppressing the portal, they still wanted to play it safe and build a church as quickly as possible to contain the sealed hell passage.
"That's right. You know how terrifying those demons were. If it weren't for those mysterious people helping us, there's no way we could have stopped those creatures."
Speaking of which, he remembered his shotgun's enhanced power back then.
After returning to the police station, he'd tried several more times, but the shotgun had returned to normal levels without any of that enhanced destructive power.
"Demons really are terrifying creatures. I thought they were just myths and legends."
Alfred said with a smile, bringing them to the reception room.
At that moment, Bruce also finished training and returned to the house.
"Young Master, Detective Gordon is here. You should know why he's visiting."
Hearing Alfred's meaningful words, Bruce quickly realized the officials had prepared and planned to start building the church.
Hurrying to the reception room, he found Gordon and Harvey sitting on the sofa, constantly observing their surroundings.
"Detective Gordon, I heard from Alfred that you're here about donations."
"Well... it's not exactly fundraising. To be precise, it's an official charity auction. All proceeds will go toward building the church. This is your invitation to the auction."
Even fundraising required proper procedures. The government hadn't just spent this month holding meetings about the church's plans.
Everyone knew the church had to be built—what they really cared about was the donation method and the specifications of the church to be constructed.
This month, Gotham's officials large and small had been extremely busy. Under their constant work, they'd finally settled on the church's construction and donation plans.
Everyone liked establishing themselves as charity ambassadors—it made them more easily accepted by the public, and charity auction money could also reduce taxes to some extent. No one wanted to give up this opportunity.
"Alright, I'll attend."
After receiving Gordon's invitation, Bruce nodded and accepted.
As the Wayne family heir, he had to participate. This was about maintaining the family's honor. Besides, he was also a demon fighter himself—anything that could prevent demons from breaking through the blockade deserved his support.
Seeing Bruce accept the invitation, Gordon sighed with relief, stood up from the sofa, and prepared to leave for the next house.
They still had many people to invite. After all, the sooner the church was built, the safer Gotham would be.
After seeing Gordon off, Bruce looked at the invitation in his hand and recalled the day he'd fought demons.
"Teacher said once we've mastered Vazarin school abilities, we can maintain that fighting state.
That way, even if those demons reappear, we can fight back."
Those demons had left a deep impression on him. Without the weapons and equipment Marcus had given them, he and Selina would have spent enormous energy even facing a single demon.
"I really do need to keep getting stronger."
The next morning—
Marcus packed his things, prepared breakfast in the dining room, and waited for everyone.
When the group entered the dining room, they saw delicious food laid out on the table.
This situation made Selina feel something was wrong—she sensed Marcus was about to leave.
"You're leaving again?"
Straightforward Selina asked directly, startling Bruce, who looked at Marcus in confusion.
"Smart!" Marcus smiled and nodded. "You two have mastered fighting skills very well, and you've touched the edge of void power. As long as you keep practicing, you'll definitely master void energy and become stronger."
Although Marcus had praised them, Bruce still couldn't help showing a sad expression. His teacher had only been back for a short time and was already leaving again.
"Don't look so sad. It's not like I'll never come back. But when I do return, I hope you've mastered void power.
And... don't let void power control you."
Smiling, Marcus patted Bruce's shoulder and sat down at the table to eat.
Bruce and Selina also silently took their seats, eating the delicious breakfast Marcus had prepared.
But the meal didn't improve their mood. The delicious food tasted like wax in their mouths—neither was focused on breakfast at all.
After the meal, Marcus picked up a suitcase and looked at them both.
"There's no one in this world who never has to say goodbye. Remember that every separation is for a better reunion next time. I hope next time you two won't be getting chased around like this time!"
As soon as he finished speaking, thick mist spread from Marcus's feet, enveloping him in the blink of an eye.
His figure gradually vanished with the mist, and Marcus was no longer anywhere to be seen in Wayne Manor.
This was the effect of the Space Stone enhancement he'd integrated—it made teleportation much easier for him.
No need to open portals first like the Ancient One's magic.
Watching Marcus leave, Bruce's mood grew even more depressed, and Alfred had no choice but to step forward and comfort him.
"Mr. Marcus is right. No one stays in one place forever. Instead of being sad, it's better to improve yourself and meet your next reunion with a new appearance."