Steampunk Era: Mad Abield

Colin bowed his head, ashamed of his earlier behavior.

His mentor patted his shoulder, "Colin, I have a task for you. Go and notify all the churches in the city that we have confirmed the presence of Chaos in today’s free clinic at the square. According to the Pact Against Chaos, we need to convene a meeting within half an hour and also conduct targeted scrutiny, starting with his family and relatives, and not letting anyone slip through."

Colin looked up, "Teacher, how should I go?"

At this moment, Mentor Hoffman had already turned and walked a few steps away. Hearing Colin’s words, he turned back, smiled at Colin, and tossed a small Holy Emblem into Colin’s hands, "It seems you’re not scared stiff yet. Here, take my token. Colin is at the ruined fort and won’t be back for a while. This time, the Punisher squad is your responsibility... My child, it’s time to see just how filthy the blood of the evil ones is."

"I understand. I will make the evildoers bleed their filthy blood dry," Colin said, looking at the Holy Emblem in his hand, finally swearing with finality.

"Right, child, you may look only ten years old, but no Spirits or different kind won’t spare a child’s life just because of his age, and zombie brides are no exception, for to her, you are no longer a child," the old man finished, smiled, and turned away.

Colin fell silent for a moment, then turned to look at his sister and Faye, "Faye, would you please take good care of my sister."

"I understand," Faye nodded, her and Maya’s eyes filled with worry.

Colin knew what Faye and Maya were thinking, but his old mentor was not wrong—fear is the poison of the soul. In this world, which is not the ordinary world without super abilities and paranormal phenomena that he once lived in, to protect anything, one must rely on their own hands.

Justice, Truth, and Morality always reside between the arms that wield swords and at the muzzle of a Revolver.