"So it was you... Heddi."
Wu Heng remembered this person. During the maid rescue program on Gold and Silver Island, she was one of the participants, having performed in stage plays and sung beautifully.
Unexpectedly, because of the island's ties with The Holy Court, she got involved.
Wu Heng began to examine the divine authority he controlled: creation, death, magic.
Surely, there should be something he could do to help her.
"It seems my humanity hasn't been devoured by divinity after all," Wu Heng whispered.
However, just as he intended to do something, the faith anchor representing Heddi rapidly dimmed and wavered towards dissolution.
The fire of life in the bridge hole was burning to its end amid pain and cold, and his connection to it was about to sever completely.
Wu Heng's brows furrowed deeply, his body leaned slightly forward on the Divine Throne.
