"Yes, we can win, but it will be difficult. Of course, we might lose as well."
"But just now you clearly said we would win."
"Did you see that pendant around his neck? That's from the era of Krimasha—it must be a magical artifact. Its power is unclear. If he activates it, you're very likely to lose. Even if you win, your identity will definitely be exposed. You can't just wear armor and take the easy victory like before."
"My identity exposed? Then what do I do? What if I add Jones and Dora to help?"
"You better not count on those two kids; they're useless. They probably can't even stand against that necklace."
...
Pearce Cathedral.
On the balcony, Dean steeled himself and moved forward, shutting his eyes and carefully tracing a cross across his chest. He whispered, "Forgive me, my Lord. Your servant... is simply following his heart."
