It was a difficult thing to be given a real calling after so long without a purpose to draw from. Mathis, a man who had always believed in the supernatural had always believed it to be a thing that looked upon the world forever out of reach. For abilities, for the supernatural itself to touch not just the world, but him personally; it was an affirmation of his beliefs all along. Somewhere out there, beyond the understanding of these mortal men, a god stood, looking down with a grand plan.

Perhaps it was part of a grand plan, or perhaps mere coincidence. Mathis had no intention to stay on Oomuri Island for long. He had made a a stop on the for a day as a layover before planning to leave to other things. Needless to say a man in the charity business couldn't afford accommodation beyond a cheap hotel, and when he rose in the morning from the scratchy mattress he felt almost glad to be leaving. Yet somehow, it felt as though something was drawing him to remain here. Feeding him the feeling that there was something to be done. The question was what though... He had studied the card for an hour the night before, looking for some secret meaning behind what the mysterious figure had told him but he had learned little. With a sigh, he decided that if fate desired him, it would need to be more specific in its calls.

It was a basic meal Mathis ate, though for him that was normal. A piece of fish caught by one of the locals. A fish he had never seen before and couldn't pronounce the name of even after several tries. But the taste was good and that alone was an improvement on many of his mornings. It was while resting in a park, deciding whether he had simply been overthinking this fate business when a slight glare caught his eye. A blink later he was squinting at the card in his hands while it pulled slightly in his hands. God was intervening after all. Mathis was never one to question god's voice, even if he hadn't heard it before, or in truth felt any pull from a supernatural force. But there was indeed a first time for everything, and he fully intended to follow it here.

On a better day, in a better place Mathis may have used a motorcycle to travel to wherever the card was leading him. But he hadn't brought such a thing to the small island he hadn't planned to stay on. He was forced to use the more standard method of public transportation. A bus to the edge of the city and then walking the rest of the way. 

Slightly out of breath, moving at less of a jog, more of a fast walk; he arrived just in time walking up a hill to see a brilliant white light float into the air. Reached the peak of the hill and looked down into the quarry just in time to see the results of Lance' call of power.