Inside, the atmosphere was heavy with age. Mai took the stairs, moving silently from door to door, while Joseph remained downstairs in the main hall. He inspected the ruined altar and the crumbling surroundings, carefully examining every nook and cranny in search of any clues.
Unbeknownst to Joseph, a figure had silently entered the church. A hybrid demon-witch, disguised as a nun, walked slowly toward him. She carried a spellbook that appeared to be a demonic Bible, a perfect ruse. Somehow, she had managed to bypass Mari’s watchful gaze. The woman’s footsteps were silent, and as she neared the altar, she stopped, close enough to catch Joseph’s attention.
"Another wandering lost soul, I see," she said softly, her voice smooth but laced with malice. She did not look at him, her gaze fixed downward.