"Indeed! The Almighty bears witness! That Demon Apostle's prophecy is quite detailed. 'He' foretold of our large ships with sails, the thunderous firearms, the four-legged riding beasts—hmm, which must refer to horses. And what were those tiny grains that spread death… sounds like a plague? Father Ramon, is this plague really spread by tiny grains?..."
"...Nonsense! This is purely the Demon's drivel! The plague is certainly the Demon's corruption, and only devout faith can conquer it!"
Father Ramon's expression grew stern as he immediately rebuked such "demonic heresy." Quickly, he gripped the Silver Cross around his neck, and began praying devoutly for the Almighty's protection.
"Oh, Lord of infinite light! Please bestow Your holy radiance, and cleanse us devout believers of the Demon's corruption! We have arrived on a land full of wickedness in the East! And the Demon's forces on this land are launching an attack against us…"
