Sacri got up, and instantly went to the courtyard, where there were a few other older more experienced monks, and some monks that looked to be the most experienced practicing or helping eachother practice. He found space where he stretched and prepared, then he sparred with ten different Journeymen, then suddenly bells sounded and sirens blared, Sacri and the other Masters and Grandmasters ran to the disturbance, while the Journeymen and Apprentices tossed pistols in holsters to them and followed soon after, about sixty monks with high-caliber pistols arrived, quickly securing the area within thirty seconds, in the center was the bloodied and disfigured corpse of a person in a red Gi, and it gave off an eerie magical feeling, similar to the feeling of Demonic Energies, but more potent. Sacri walked over and looked over the lump, recognizing an Iron Cross amulet that the monk must've been hiding.
"Adolf, you nazi bastard, not even you deserved this." Sacri looked grimly down, as he signaled nearby monks in stretchers and forensic equipment to start gathering samples and then cleaning the scene, the Grandmasters and Masters walked towards a tall tower in the center of the monastery, holstering their guns, and Sacri followed, knowing that somewhere, an incursion is occurring. He didn't expect this sort of speed, but he bet they'd be targeting Peter, so he turned to a nearby squad of Journeymen to grab heavier complements and guard Peter at all times
He almost wished that Ark and the others were with them, if only for more power, but they were happy, and he couldn't just have them sacrifice that.