Communication with the whole Continent under one's grasp.

"There is a demon in our lands," an old monk said, seated on the Temple's long steps. He was breathing heavily, obviously tired after ascending the long flight of stairs.

The three children each looked at him in fear. 

A demon really lived near them?

The other two monks smoking pipes also listened on with focused faces, stroking their beards. Another demon… and this one near them? 

It was indeed very troublesome. Many monks might die if they had to fight.

"This Demon hails from the Starlight Clan but has no powers of the starlight," The old monk continued, his voice deep, "He kills children and the elderly without blinking or hesitation. His heart is cold, and his sword even colder."

The pipe-smoking monks grew serious, their faces growing severe. Yet, they didn't stop smoking.