The chilly sea breeze blew against Charles's face, swiftly extinguishing the frustration and anxiety in his heart.
Charles desperately hoped what the Pope said was true. But this vast sea had never offered him any hope. Truth be told, he was a little scared.
He loathed situations beyond his control. He wanted to do something to make a change, but he realized there was nothing he could do at the moment. He despised this feeling of helplessness.
Clad in a white robe, the Pope flew over and stood beside him, and together they looked out at the dark sea.
"Heading to the Earth's surface exit is an event as significant as a Holy War. All believers from the Holy Light Cathedral will pass through there."
"Tianshui Island can provide enough fuel and fresh water, but there is a significant shortfall in food supplies."
"In this regard, I need Hope Island to provide assistance. Of course, price is no issue. Our Light God Sect will offer a price higher than anyone else's."
