Alessandro placed the censer atop the "pyramid."
This caused him to miss the best time to evacuate. The two Dullahans watched him hungrily from below; every step he took, they followed. They were impossible to shake.
He took out his phone to call for support, then froze.
Gianluca was in Venice. Alessandro couldn't possibly send Monica into such a dangerous place. The soldiers had already begun attacking the giant with grenades.
The giant was not unarmed. In fact, even a streetlamp in his hands was much like a crowbar, and a large flock of crows nearby was interfering with the soldiers' shooting.
The shock this sight inflicted on the mind far exceeded the actual damage. Quite a few people had probably mistaken the fairy tales and myths they heard as children for the truth.
Wizards and black cats did not always symbolize good things. During the Witch Hunts, cats were burned to death for no reason every year. There was once a destitute young man who wanted to catch a cat and have people hang it so he could earn a little money. But just as he pounced on a cat, the black cat spoke. "What an idiot. You still have the mind to catch me? If you don't want to lose everything, hurry home and take a look."
The young man rushed home as the cat instructed and put out a fire that might have burned down the entire house. Afterwards, the young farmer could not help sighing. "That talking cat was actually a wizard. I really owe it one."
Then a voice sounded behind him. "Why don't you repeat that?"
It was the cat, licking its whiskers.
"Get lost, you filthy thing," the farmer said as he made the sign of the cross over his chest. "Or I'll