Daoist Chu's brows furrowed. "So to make a torch… you need to be near the very marshes that kill anyone who enters?"
"That is the paradox of it," Lin Mu admitted. "It is both the source and the key."
A quiet murmur passed among the group. The task sounded almost impossible, yet there was something reassuring in Lin Mu's calm voice. He had faced impossible odds before, and prevailed.
Still, Cattaleya frowned. "That means we will have to rely on that single torch first, doesn't it?"
"Yes," Lin Mu said. "At least one of us will need to enter the outskirts of the marsh with it, gather the correct Baleful Energy samples, and return. Once we have them, I can replicate the torch's essence."
Meng Bai clenched his fists, determination lighting his face. "Then we will do it. Whatever it takes."
