Chapitre 293: Chapter 293: Divine Descent
Chapter 294: A Thousand Points of Light
"It's a novel experience."
As Mirta and the elderly woman were talking, unbeknownst to them, an invisible figure above them was experiencing the sensation of divine descent, patting around as if physically present.
"It feels tangible, indescribably so."
York squinted his eyes, feeling his thoughts unaffected.
It was as if a computer could run two processes simultaneously, with his consciousness guiding both his actions in the town and his remote control from the church.
"Since that's the case, let's give it a try."
York, hovering above, focused on the elderly woman's home, his gaze seemingly penetrating the house to rest on a man inside.
"Wesley..."
At this moment, Wesley, whose swelling had spread to his chest, looked outwardly normal but had become a host for a demon.
"Let's start with you."
As Wesley seemed to sense his presence and looked up, York extended his hand downward towards the house.
Simultaneously, the two hundred points of holy power stored in Pluto Church began to rapidly deplete.
Dropping swiftly by one hundred fifty points.
"It doesn't seem too difficult."
York muttered, directing his will as a pure, immaculate light emanated from his hand, instantly expanding to encompass the entire house below.
"Purify."
With that command, a robust holy force pressed down amidst Wesley's screams.
The demon seed inside him, trying to break free, formed a translucent shape in the air, opening a massive maw towards the sky.
But the power disparity was too great.
Without the demon's true body present, it had little strength and was promptly purified by the relentless holy power, turning Wesley's inner demon seed to ash...
Outside the house, Mirta seemed to sense something and looked up, having just heard Father York's voice.
Then, she widened her eyes, feeling the recent commotion as someone who had been baptized and could sense the holy power.
Ripples emanated from the house, spreading in all directions.
"Father has acted."
Mirta realized only those who wield such power could understand how formidable Father York truly was.
Just as she was processing this, Father York's voice echoed in her mind.
"It's done, Mirta. Go check on him and call a doctor. The young man is lucky; he can survive with treatment."
Hearing this voice, Mirta bowed slightly, under Sandra's gaze, and respectfully responded to the void:
"Yes, Father."
"What happened, Sister Mirta?" Sandra felt an unexplainable stir in her heart.
Mirta exhaled, feeling a wave of relief wash over her.
"Lady Sandra, Father York has just purified this place."
"And..." Sandra's heart tightened: "My son?"
Mirta smiled: "Your son is fine. He just needs one thing."
After calling the town's doctor in front of Sandra, they entered the house together.
The room was still filled with lingering holy power, and Wesley, swollen and immobile, opened his clear eyes to greet his excited mother.
"Mama."
...
"It feels pretty good, like playing with a toy."
York, feeling as if he was closing a drawer, dispelled the divine descent at Mirta's location.
"It just costs a bit of my own holy power."
Hearing the prompt and feeling a minor depletion in his power, York was unconcerned.
A point of power could be recovered in a minute, allowing him to perform divine descent over two hundred times. With controlled timing, it was practically limitless.
As the consumed holy power was restored after a minute, York pondered his next move.
Hearing another prayer, he pinpointed its origin as some followers couldn't wait until night to use the holy water.
Consuming another point of holy power, York arrived at a villa, more luxurious than Sandra's home, but sensed no demonic presence.
Still, he preemptively used the church's stored holy power for protection, essentially returning the follower's faith.
Back in the church, York sat on the pew, controlling everything within the town from afar.
Hearing the prayers in his mind, he "opened drawers" to their locations.
After sweeping through numerous homes, the church's stored faith was slowly converted into holy power for his use, effortlessly on York's part.
Every experience made York more adept at this god-like ability, hardly taxing him.
"Feels like I've visited the entire town..." Ending another divine descent, York shook his head.
Creating a detailed map of the town in his mind, he knew every building and resident.
As evening approached and Mirta returned, the sky darkened.
"Father, Wesley's condition has stabilized," Mirta reported with utmost respect.
"That's good."
York nodded, leading her out to the courtyard where camped followers greeted them.
Seeing lights ignite across the town, York pointed to a resilient gleam on the horizon, "Look, Mirta, there's light."
"Really?"
Mirta, following his gaze, was hesitant.
"Yes," York reassured, "The darkness lurking in Amaral has been banished."
Remembering the divine protections he'd set, which not only served as radar but also as a barrier, he mused, "If demons can penetrate this, I might as well be dead."
Sensing that the situation had unfolded as expected, York knew that dispelling fears of demons and attributing changes to his intervention would strengthen and solidify faith.
He kept these thoughts from Mirta.
In the town, villa lights blazed more brilliantly than ever, stirring neighbors.
"Hey, Joachim!"
Relaxed, Joachim responded to his neighbor Kenneth.
"You turned on the lights!"
"I'm not crazy," Joachim shrugged, casually glancing around and adding with a smile, "Look around, Kenneth. It's not just me; many are taking a chance."
Seeing the pervasive light, Kenneth was moved, "The town looks pretty good."
As lights continued to spread, forming a radiant spectacle, even the desolate Amaral seemed to come alive.
At the police station, officers, including Chief Lak and Ryan, celebrated with laughter and tears.
"So many years... I thought I had forgotten this sight."
"We might as well face death awake and aware!" Joachim declared, holding Mary's hand.
As the town lit up, a convoy of Cleansers sped towards Amaral, drawn by the bright beacon of change.
"Let's reach Mirta before dawn," declared Marcus, witnessing the transformation, hopeful for a new beginning.
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