Leo I
Leo looked down at Anastasia and frowned. He regretted having to subject his master to such treatment, but this was the only way to cross such a distance and keep an eye on her.
"I realize you are not familiar with the scriptures, so I will try to abridge it as best as I can," the pope said, staring into the distance. It seemed the source of the disturbance really was that arena. "If I am right, there is a very powerful demon being summoned, a creature rivaling even Micheal himself. No, it could be even worse. It could be him."
Just as he finished talking, the presence faded. It did not disappear entirely but rather dimmed to a fraction of what it was moments ago. With a bit of the urgency gone, he stopped bouncing from building to building and set his master down on a roof overlooking the stadium. "It is gone," he said, squinting as he peered over the walls of the arena. "The worst case is that he is hiding his presence. In the best case, whomever tried to gather this much power failed at what they sought to accomplish.
He turned to Anastasia, his face hardened with fear and determination. "I do not know if I can truly protect you against this threat, but if you value this city in any way, we must stop these people."