By morning, the fog had lifted, and the townsfolk emerged cautiously, their faces a mix of relief and disbelief. The children had returned, confused but unharmed, and the priests were hailed as heroes.
As they prepared to leave, Ward mailed his letter to Lisa, a small smile tugging at his lips. He knew the road ahead would be long and perilous, but he also knew he wasn't alone.
"Where to next?" Garcia asked as they walked down the road.
Ward glanced at the horizon. "Wherever we're needed."
And so, the two priests continued their journey, bound by faith and a shared mission to confront the darkness—together.