The recording did not end with the second clip; it continued, and this time, it was even worse.
Inside a massive chamber, a temple vault, piles of resources were stacked like mountains.
Food.
Medicine.
Warm cloth.
Shelter stones.
Supply crystals.
Enough for billions of districts.
A group of starving people knelt outside a gate, begging. Inside the vault stood Auren. Beside him stood beings wearing banners of Light, their heads bowed.
"My lord, the southern district is collapsing. The children are dying."
One priest spoke lightly.
Auren stared at the supply mountain.
His expression was thoughtful.
Then he nodded slowly.
"Release aid,"
He said calmly.
The beings exhaled in relief, feeling at ease for their people.
"Praise Light—"
The priest bowed deeply, but before he could even complete the sentence, Auren raised a finger.
"Release aid,"
He repeated his words, and then—
"To the districts that have met their Faith quota."
The priest blinked.
