Father John Ward stood at the crossroads, his heart heavy with the weight of his choice. The old, rusted sign pointing toward Lisa Pearson's quiet life beckoned him like a whisper from his past, but the path alongside Father Garcia, littered with danger and uncertainty, called louder. It wasn't just about fighting evil—it was about redemption, purpose, and carrying on the mission that had already cost him so much.
"You sure about this, John?" Garcia asked, adjusting his clerical collar. His voice was calm, but his eyes betrayed a glimmer of concern.
Ward hesitated, looking down the path to Lisa's familiar warmth one last time. Then, he nodded. "The fight isn't over. Evil doesn't rest, and neither can we."
With that, the two priests stepped forward into the unknown, the weight of their faith their only armor.