Thinking of that possible scene, even Wu Heng's normally placid heart stirred with a rare flicker of anticipation.
Meanwhile, atop Kaiser Cliff.
Father Peters, who had already arrived, had fine beads of sweat covering his forehead from hurrying there, yet his eyes were exceptionally bright and resolute.
The prayer he chanted grew louder and more urgent. He devoted his entire being to this holy war he "understood"—a battle against "demons" and a mission to save his fellow people.
The formation Dean and Sam had drawn on the ground according to Wu Heng's instructions began to emit an increasingly dense, gentle white glow under the priest's steady stream of devout faith and will.
The Demon Dagger placed at the formation's core began to tremble faintly, its dark sheen forming a bizarre contrast with the holy light around it.
"Lord, grant me strength to drive away the darkness and save Your warriors!" the priest prayed loudly.
Suddenly, the white light at the center of the formation flickered violently. An extremely faint ripple of thought, seemingly from far away and tinged with fury, pierced through.
Rather than being frightened when he heard it, the priest became even more convinced that his efforts were working.
"It's the trapped demon! It's struggling, it's enraged—proof that the Lord's glory is burning it!" He chanted even harder, almost shouting.
Dean and Sam watched nervously from the side.
Then they saw the Demon Dagger flash sharply within the white light before vanishing abruptly!
"Success!" Sam whispered, unable to hide his excitement.
Dean also let out a breath of relief, but seeing that the priest showed no sign of stopping—and had instead grown more excited because of the "demon's roar"—he hurried forward.
"Father, that's enough. You've done more than enough. Please get some rest!"
"No, child!" The priest pushed