"The others, including the two Thirteenth Ring Academy members, are at the island's other three sides, dealing with the tentacles of the Evil of Pantanal that have emerged from the ground."
The nun continued explaining the current situation. As she spoke, a violent bolt of thunder struck the western side of the island. Sister Devlin, who rarely spoke so much at once, quietly added:
"This should be Mr. Sander, the Sun Church's Thirteenth Ring Warlock, Thunder's Wrath."
"Can the Evil of Pantanal still be sealed?"
Shade asked quietly. The nun's silver blindfold covered her eyes, and no obvious expression showed on the lower half of her fair face:
"It will be difficult. The Church has done its best this time, but the weather, the starry sky, and even this land itself seem to be trying to release the evil from subspace. The Church may be able to buy some time, but even if we stop the Chosen One, this will still be difficult. However, as long as I remain in this lighthouse, even if the Evil of Pantanal breaks free of its seal, it still will not be able to leave the Great Swamp."
She raised her head to "look" at Shade, and he turned to look at Sister Devlin's blindfold as well. There was no frost upon the silver blindfold. Its dense floral patterns and fine lines glittered in the lighthouse's radiance:
"If it truly comes to the most dangerous moment, I can make the sacrifice."
"Sister, I'm still here. It won't come to that."
Shade interrupted her, staring at the blindfold:
"However, no matter what happens later, please do not tell the others that there is an entrance to the Space Labyrinth beneath this tower. When the time is right, you know what to do."
The nun said