His spiritual intuition as a Fortune Teller warned him not to go inside.
Ultimately, he lacked both preparation and information. There was no telling what might happen if he rushed in like this.
The crux of the problem was that he had nowhere to retreat.
Joey had a vague feeling that the way out lay inside the church, along with the danger.
That feeling was dangerous. When dealing with supernatural incidents, never trust a speculative thought. It would often send you plunging into the abyss.
In the brief moment Joey stood dazed, Eunus had already vanished into the darkness.
"Wait!" He did not even have time to stop him.
"Damn it!"
Now his only way back had been cut off too. He hardly expected to find another "living person" here who could hold a normal conversation.
There was nothing for it. He could only steel himself and go inside.
Meanwhile, outside.
Nome and Duke had gathered all the problematic picture books together.
"All eight are here," Duke said.
They had worked all day and finally finished before anything unexpected happened.
Nome frowned and asked suspiciously:
"Out of all those picture books, why did only nine have problems?"
That was what he could not understand. If the illustrations in the books were problematic and could attract the attention of certain beings...
Shouldn't all the picture books have that ability?
Duke thought for a moment, then took a crumpled newspaper from inside his coat.
The paper was yellowed, clearly not a recent publication.
"I found this in that bookstore's archive room."
It was an old, out-of-date newspaper, with a headline printed in striking red letters.
"If you hear the call, don't look back."
Below it was a series of detailed reports about missing people.
They concerned a group of heretics active between