She had no doubt that this bird could peck her eyes blind.

"The existence of this realm and the dungeon itself is to complete this sacrificial ritual!"

Lilith shouted hoarsely, and upon hearing, the frequency of the bird's attacks did indeed lessen, "It is the master who, alongside other Old Gods, created this place. All the rules are set by him, and all the soul sacrifices are to complete an experiment."

"What experiment? Speak quickly!"

"I don't know!"

"Miss Keroy!"

"Hold on, I only know that the master needs energy, a vast amount of energy. Only by sacrificing the souls of an entire city at once can his demands be met! That's truly all I know!"

"How can we stop this ritual?"

Rattlesnake realized the severity of the issue; this was different from any previous sacrificial rituals.

No one needs to set up an altar, and no sacrifices need to go to specified areas. As time passes, whether willing or not, everyone's soul will be drawn from their body. As Lilith said, from the moment this city was established, Sincaro has been dedicated to turning it into an altar.

That's why the old markings had to be tattooed on the followers.

"How... would I know? Hiss, wait, I might know!"

Pressed by Miss Keroy's authority, Lilith could only say whatever came to mind. This is one of the master's most important plans, how could she, a mere creation, possibly know the details?

But for now, she could only shout nonsense, "The mutation is caused by the sun. Instead of venting your anger on me, why not think of a way to shoot down the sun!"

Shoot down the sun?

Is that possible?

Rattlesnake really wanted to question Lilith this way but also realized this might be their only method.

Rattlesnake, think about what Ethan would do?

Such a question will ultimately have no answer.

She could not become Ethan, and no one in this world could become Ethan.

Thus, only one last way remained.

Rattlesnake endured the omnipresent pain, crossed her hands over her chest. As a follower of Sincaro, she had repeated this gesture countless times in front of the idol, silently reciting the master's name, yearning for his guidance, but this time, another name emerged in her mind.

Even though she was convinced by Ethan's theory of psychological disorders, now she had to make a decision.

Ethan, Ethan!

The master cannot be saved anymore.

Not every patient can be rescued.

If you can hear me—

The response to Rattlesnake was a sigh.

She felt someone touch her hands, then her eyes.

It was a warmth indescribable by words; all pain left her at this moment.

Her eyes opened a slit, the vision still blurred, yet she saw a tall figure turning away from her. She couldn't discern the features, everything about him bathed in a golden radiance.

Despite its warmth, it still felt cruel to her.

Rattlesnake couldn't determine the relationship between this figure and Ethan.

"Time to get to work, Keroy."

The words faintly echoed in her ears, "Go, shoot down the sun."

That shouldn't be the sun's color.

...

Meanwhile, elsewhere.

"Don't you think this color is more captivating?"

The book beside Ethan kept trembling, repeatedly posing sharp and piercing questions to him, as if voices from different people overlapped with laughter of "hehe".

"You have indeed completed the trial, Ethan, but it's far from enough. Your energy is still too weak."

Said the book, "So, accept my gift."

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