"But we are unfortunate too. The demons buried beneath the dust of history have returned to the mortal world, and cases of Transcendentalists losing control will only become more frequent." A trace of sorrow appeared in Nick's eyes.
Kraun was somewhat puzzled. From the Witchers, he had learned that most cases of Transcendentalists losing control involved Spirit Controllers and Witchers. How could the Church's Transcendentalists suffer from it too?
He voiced his question, and Father sighed softly. "As Transcendentalists, we are not merely stronger and more enduring than ordinary people. More importantly, our spiritual senses are sharper. The dream you had on the Full Moon Night a few days ago was caused by those keen spiritual senses. Because we can perceive the darkness shrouding the world, our spiritual senses are vulnerable to corruption by evil."
"This corruption can be cleansed by gathering the light of our humanity through devout prayer. But in the future, we will have to fight all kinds of evil creatures. If we don't have time to purify the filth in our spirituality for a while, it will cling to our spirits and become harder and harder to root out."
"Accumulated over time, even the Church's combatants will lose control."
"There's good news, too. Those demons have high spiritual requirements, and won't fully awaken until the world's spiritual energy reaches a certain level. We still have time to grow stronger. Active spirituality also means that our power can reach the level of the legendary, most valiant warriors of God."
As Father explained, he kept walking, leading the group.
About an hour later, the golden glow in the oil lamp suddenly dimmed. The thick fog around them rushed in, spreading close to their bodies.
"Pass the lamp around. You're next." Nick shoved the oil lamp into Kraun's hands.