Peter hugged a large package, a bright halo perched atop his head, and followed Schiller back into the central garden. They took a different path toward another direction.
As they hurried along, Peter reached up and touched the halo on his head. "This thing actually has a physical form? What is it made of? Why is it glowing?... Wait, why does it seem to have flame patterns on it? Could this be molten stee—"
The moment he said that, he felt Schiller's death glare. Peter cleared his throat and said, "Right, I know. Magic... Ah, no, holy light. It's holy light. Thank Jesus, um..."
Peter held up two fingers and mimed zipping his lips. Only then did Schiller turn his head back around. But after a while, Peter spoke again. "Doctor, where are we going now? I saw a Nordic-style building nearby. Can I go in and take a look?"
"That can wait. We have serious business to attend to, and I need your help." Schiller led Peter around another corner, passed behind Valhalla, and continued onward until they reached a waterfall. They followed the mountain path beside it upward, where another Holy Hall stood halfway up the mountain.
As they climbed the steps, Peter first spotted a Jesus statue. As he passed it, he stared at it for a moment and said, "Why do I feel like Jesus' clothing is a little off? Jesus should have been born in—"
"Peter, how large was the explosion that killed you?" Schiller asked.
"Oh, it probably wasn't that large." Peter thought back. "That criminal's power hadn't fully erupted before I knocked him unconscious. The blast radius was probably a few hundred meters."
"Fortunately, the area in front of him was wasteland. Only several residential buildings behind him were affected."
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