Sargeras Dimension, Earth, Bavaria.
In a wooden manor on a hillside outside town, Elena listened quietly with a frown as the man and woman before her explained their situation.
They were Demon Hunters, active throughout Europe, hunting all kinds of monsters and ghosts that ordinary people believed existed only in legends.
"So that's what happened. We were shocked too. Before this, we'd never heard that demons actually existed."
"You tracked a demon here, then discovered that the priest at our church had also been possessed by one?" Elena had a rough idea of what was going on. These demons seemed inseparable from that god she knew.
That damned bastard had actually sent people to watch her in secret! When he came back, she would have to beat him up to vent her anger.
"Is the demon you were tracking still in town?"
The female Demon Hunter shook her head. "No. This demon is special. We call him a trader. He is usually summoned by people who want something for nothing, who use their souls as collateral in exchange for a demon's help. We found him through information from a poor fool who mortgaged his soul and was later hunted down by the demon."
Elena considered it for a while, then nodded. She wanted to confirm whether this had anything to do with that bastard Sargeras.
The next day, Elena went to the town church as usual and casually found an excuse to bring the priest to the cemetery behind it.
"What is it? Nothing happened in the cemetery, Sister Elena. I'm sure you must be... Aaaah!"
Before the priest could finish, the two Demon Hunters hiding nearby rushed out and splashed his face with liquid that looked like ordinary water.
White smoke immediately rose from the priest's face, as though