The seven Sacrificials arrived at the position on the cloud ship deck. They slit their wrists, using their own blood as offerings, to exchange for the arrival of light.
"Tick-tock!"
Blood fell onto the cloud ship, producing a crisp echo.
The crimson blood fell and bounced, transforming into golden color in mid-air, with each drop swirling and spinning as blood pearls. The seven Sacrificials, clad in robes at this moment, began to wither. Their skin started to hollow, flesh rapidly shrunk, yet their gaze grew ever resolute; viewing their pupils alone, one would sense their spirit intensely expanding.
This was the result of the Light's will crossing the void to arrive.
For the believers.
In a lifetime, to witness the True God even once is enough to deem life without regret.
Even if it costs one's own life for this encounter... it is worth it!
"Hoo..."
Batu watched from the side, holding his breath in tension.
