After witnessing Melissa's power, someone came to their senses and shouted at her, filled with hope, "Scorching Sun... Scorching Sun, if your faith truly works, why not save us now!"
Hearing these words, the other blood people also looked at Melissa, their eyes filled with longing.
Melissa didn't answer immediately. She stood on the raised soil block, her frail figure standing out among the crowd. She looked fearlessly at the creeping fungal carpet, even the approaching storm was ignored by her.
"The Scorching Sun will surely save everyone, but it comes at a cost!" Melissa explained her faith, her desire, "Are you willing to offer your souls for it?"
The blood people hesitated for a moment and glanced at each other.
Souls?
Souls, like mercy, in this ruthless Land of Eternal Night, are the cheapest and most useless things.
The blood people were in tears, waving their hands.
"Take them as you wish!"
"If we can be saved!"
"To glimpse the Scorching Sun!"
