The Castro Family's ancient castle.
A gray-robed man stood beside the white gate. From his side of it, he could clearly see the commotion in Walkervis and what was happening to the demon Terror. White Terror had been pinned down by two Extraordinaries. That was a rare sight indeed, but he was not surprised.
The possibility of White Terror being suppressed had been accounted for in his information. Terror was not particularly strong; its role had always been intimidation and disruption, and this time was no exception. Its task was not to unleash widespread disaster and destroy a city, but to draw out the Church's strongest Night Watcher, giving the other Wizards a chance to rescue Julius's soul.
If their true aim had been destruction, to annihilate everything at any cost, the magic wielded by the Castro Family could have accomplished that. There were also the more powerful demons the family had sealed away.
Their objective had already been achieved. The strongest Night Watcher in Walkervis's Brightlight District, the Bishop, had gone there. They had also drawn in an unknown Extraordinary who seemed quite powerful.
He watched from the other side of the gate, unable to make out the details.
Just then, a faint magical disturbance stirred in a shadowed corner of the castle. Five gray-robed figures appeared: Jesus and the other four who had been searching for Julius's soul in Walkervis.
They had used the Shadow Gate to return directly from Walkervis to the Castro Family's secret castle.
They hurried over to the gray-robed man and bowed.
"Elder, we have brought back our master's soul."
Jesus flicked his sleeve, and a white shadow fell to the floor, rapidly coalescing into a human figure.
"Elder Rodman, it's been a long time."
Julius gave the Elder a slight nod. This Elder