Lewis moved like the wind.
Yesterday, he had completed his 'quarantine', and this morning, he and Profiler Warren were conducting a search in the outskirts of the Town.
When they discovered the Town was foggy, they immediately rushed back.
The Sequence Eight lunatic had revealed some important information before his death. Besides the details about the person named Heimerk, there was also the ritual for the Evil God's descent.
This ritual had to be performed in the white dense fog, so when they found the Town shrouded in mist, the two of them knew that the very thing they had been wary of had happened.
Back in the Town, at St. Witt's Church, Lewis used a 'Demon-Hunting Bullet', which had some effect. It injured Gore, who was hidden in the mist, and the black-purple blood spatters were the best evidence.
This also confirmed some of Lewis's previous conjectures.
He speculated that although Gore's state was special, a part of it was in reality and should be able to be harmed.
However, this couldn't completely kill it; it had to be completely removed from the Spirit Realm to have a chance to kill this monster.
Now he had also discovered that Gore seemed to be able to repair its injuries by absorbing a large amount of human blood.
So just now, it killed Paris and left a few silver bullet casings on the ground.
The Inspector, who had his Spiritual Vision activated, saw the black-green light blur had already run into Memorial Square and said to Warren beside him, "Control it!"
The Profiler nodded and began to chant loudly.
"Goddess, please listen to these discordant rhymes;"
"Prompted by heartfelt devotion and kind memories."
"Please forgive, these verses sing out your secrets;"
"Directly to your soft, conch-shaped earlobes."
"Undoubtedly I dreamed today, did I witness."
"Winged, wide-eyed Psyche"[1]
As Warren's low, magnetic voice echoed through the air, a soothing power quietly permeated, flowing like gentle water across Memorial Square.
In Lewis's Spiritual Vision, the black-green light blur stopped, its movements gradually becoming sluggish, as if unable to resist the charm of the poem, entering a state of peaceful slumber.
The Inspector seized the opportunity to quicken his pace, pulling several test tubes from his pocket and infusing the re-extracted 'Lucky Coin' with spirituality.
The patterns on the coin gradually increased; this Seal was accumulating 'luck'. Lewis did not immediately use the luck stored in it. As he approached the black-green light blur, he pulled the stoppers from the test tubes and splashed the liquid inside onto the light blur representing Gore.
Even with Spiritual Vision active, Gore's etheric body could not be clearly seen, just as the madman had said. Gore's current state could not be observed with the naked eye, and Spiritual Vision could only see a blurry light blur.
And the liquid splashed onto Gore was blood!
The blood in these test tubes came from Martha, from Bishop Morgan, from devout priests, and from Lewis himself.
The madman had told Lex.
To capture Gore in its current state, one either had to enter the Spirit Realm, or use the correct ritual, or apply pure blood to its body.
The first two were difficult to achieve in this Town.
So Lewis didn't consider these two methods, but instead collected as much as possible the fresh blood of those he considered 'pure'.
Now, this blood splashed onto Gore, attracting the monster's attention and pulling it out of the power of slumber.
In Lewis's Spiritual Vision, several blurry black-green light blurs lashed out at him, but he was prepared. After splashing the blood, he rolled back, dodging the light blurs that struck upwards.
Then, a cry, as if from a very distant place, echoed in Memorial Square, but this sound quickly changed from ethereal to real; it rang out right in front of Lewis!
Lewis calmly raised his pistol, and together with Warren, who had stopped chanting and rushed over from behind, sent silver Demon-Hunting Bullets into the black-green light blur in front of them.
Blood splattered continuously, each time in greater volume. The gradually clearer black-green light blur, whose etheric body outline could now be seen, was repeatedly forced back.
And at this moment, the white fog in the Square was dissipating. Sunlight pierced through the dense fog, falling onto the ground of the Square, onto Lewis and Warren, and onto a colossal entity.
Lewis and Warren slowly retreated. They had already closed their Spiritual Vision, because it was no longer necessary.
Gore had been captured; no matter whose blood it was among those, it had worked.
They made Gore retreat from the Spirit Realm, its body reappearing in reality, no longer able to maintain its invisible state.
The madman had said that the fog was an important part of the Evil God's descent ritual. Gore had to kill 66 people in the white dense fog, offering 66 lives as sacrifices, for the Evil God to descend into reality through it.
But now, the fog had dissipated, and the environment required for the ritual was gone, meaning the ritual had failed.
This truly made Lewis breathe a sigh of relief. Without having to consider the Evil God's descent, then all he had to deal with was just a monster.
But when he saw the full appearance of Gore now, he couldn't help but gasp.
The monster that appeared in Memorial Square was as large as a house. Its body was bloated, especially its abdomen, which looked almost like a pregnant woman's.
It had two exceptionally thick arms, with clusters of bulging and wriggling blood vessels on them, as if moving venomous snakes were hidden beneath its skin.
Its legs, however, were short and thin, completely asymmetrical with its two arms, rendering these two legs almost useless, making Gore only able to crawl on the ground.
Gore's entire body was covered in black-green slime, which exuded a foul stench, reminiscent of dead fish grilling under a scorching sun, and the smell of entire schools of dead fish.
On its body, within the slime, large and small eyeballs rolled out, seemingly independent, looking in different directions.
Things like twisted ropes, or like scaly elephant trunks, danced on Gore's back, like venomous snakes dancing to the sound of a flute.
"Captain, are you sure we can defeat this thing? I think it could swallow us in one gulp. My God, it's at least two stories high, isn't it?"
The Profiler's face was very pale, and the arm holding the revolver felt a sudden weakness.
Lewis had calmed down and uttered a few words: "Even if we can't beat it, we have to."
"Duty calls, mission accomplished!"
The Captain's words strengthened Warren's resolve. The Profiler nodded and began to chant.
"They sigh and wail, walking towards eternal damnation."
While Warren chanted, Lewis ran around Gore. He lightly pressed his chest, transferring the 'luck' stored in the coin to himself.
[1] John Keats reference