Chapter 79 - Chapter 79: Chapter 77 Destruction of the Spawn of the Abyss (2/2)

He shouted forcibly, pressuring Irene like never before.

North City District was already half-submerged, and it was clear to anyone, the doom of Nasir was merely a matter of time.

At this point, all they could do was beg for a miracle.

However, Irene shook her head, took out the transparent bottle, and still planned to sacrifice herself, not wanting her family to suffer any losses.

Byrne suddenly sped up and rushed forward, snatching the transparent bottle, took a deep breath, and silently prayed under the gaze of Irene and Chris.

“Oh great Lord of the Lost! I am willing to offer up my soul, humbly hoping that You could bring down a miracle to save the Fischer family, to save Nasir!”

Take my life instead, great Lord of the Lost, Irene, she should still witness Chris’s coming of age, the future of the Fischer family, I can no longer let her make sacrifices alone.

Byrne was silent for a long moment but found it hard to believe that nothing happened.

What exactly was going on?

The key lay in faith.

Karl had thought that all favored members could trigger their own power, but now realized it was not so.

In fact, when Irene first triggered the miracle, she was not yet a favored member.

Faith is an extremely important element in mysticism; without sufficient faith, naturally, some rituals cannot be completed.

And the inherently skeptical Lucius, the intellectually inclined Byrne, they simply couldn’t compete with Irene in the realm of faith.

Even though Byrne had truly been willing to offer everything during his silent prayer to save his family, deep down, there was still a hint of reservation.

In his mind, there lingered the faint thought, “It would be nice if the Lord of the Lost didn’t take my soul but could still bring down the miracle.”

Thus, the sacrifice failed.

“How could this be?”

Byrne’s expression was filled with disbelief, completely unable to understand the current situation.

Which step did he make a mistake in?

Could it be that the Lord of the Lost would only respond to Irene’s calls, was she of special constitution or soul?

The girl showed a relieved smile and walked over, Chris wanted to pull on his sister’s sleeve, but still couldn’t reach out.

“Let me do it, Byrne. Everyone has their own destiny.”

“And my destiny is to save you all, to sacrifice for the Fischer family, it is the great fate bestowed upon me by our Lord, and it is the only hope I can hold in my hands.”

As a matter of fact, I am grateful that I am capable of doing this.

Irene calmly took the sacred object from the man’s hand, calmly looked towards the nearly half-devoured North City District, closed her eyes, and silently prayed to the great Lord of the Lost.

Most of the family’s guards had fled, leaving only a few quivering figures standing around, yet they were extremely tense.

The girl’s whisper was very soft, so soft that the terrified guards couldn’t hear at all, thinking she was praying to the great Lord of Salvation.

“Oh great Lord of the Lost.”

“I ask You to bring down Your grand power, have mercy on us who are humble.”

“We are Your most humble and devout followers, Your most faithful subjects, also Proxies spreading Your faith on this earth.”

“The Fischer family needs Your mercy, I am willing to offer my past, present, and future for it.”

…

Karl once again felt that intense faith.

A pale blue light shone from the girl’s chest, surrounded by pure white representing life, pink denoting emotions, cyan blue representing memories, deep red for the senses, and orange-yellow denoting wisdom.

His intangible will loomed high above, overlooking the entire town and the mystical presence roaring through North City, everything seemed so insignificant.

Nasir, indeed, was like an anthill being submerged by a flood.

Suddenly, Karl deeply felt the intense fear emanating from that Sea Demon, while a kind of hunger erupted from the deepest part of his own soul.

In that moment, he understood something.

Why, in the Spirit Realm, he instinctively longed for “communication” with those mystical entities, and why all the mystical entities kept as far from him as possible.