The Winchester’s Arrival

A mile away from the mansion, an entourage of eight identical, imposing black wagons approached the building in a long, gleaming and resilient line of steel.

The sixth of these cars carried a man whose deep blue eyes gazed through his window with silent power and an air of dignity, much like a creator looking upon his universe.

This man and his entourage were headed for the same location where Silas, Vatican Sol, and Eren now resided.

At least in the moment, the three of them were still alone.

Eren was seated in a gray colored, relatively small, swivel chair, a few meters away from both Sol and the professor.

He was looking at what resembled a map — a flat, broad tablet that displayed a simple, process-low diagram.

The other two were looking at the same map on their own portable screens.

"This is a rough outline to give us an idea of our position and progress. It can be refined as things get progressively clearer," Vatican Sol said. "The black dot on the far left is you, an