Chapter 2 - Chapter 2: Chapter 1 My Revival_2 (2/2)

The pleas of the weak are ignored by all; despair was all that was left for Irene.

The eldest of the five men was clad in high-grade animal hide, his head adorned with a bizarre black moose headdress, as if he was a priest of a primitive tribe.

He calmly drew a large circle around the siblings with the blade, chanting, “We worship You, O Great Demon of Blood,” “We offer You pure sacrifices,” “Please, grant us Your protection.”

The other four men, their faces awash with reverence, knelt one after another around them.

Irene, lying on the ground, incapable of struggling, was filled with fear and despair.

Beyond that, there was a strong sense of unwillingness and rage!

Why?

All along, she had been desperately striving, valiantly relying on her own hands to secure a future for herself and her brother, but unable to garner any hope or response.

Even though she had not yet given up hope, she struggled arduously and even looked forward to a future that may or may not come.

Yet at this moment, her anticipation of a better future was being effortlessly trampled upon by this sudden malice.

All her perseverance during this time seemed utterly ridiculous.

Karl had already noticed the strangers who appeared suddenly and observed them in secret; they clearly were not Nasir citizens from the town.

He narrowed his focus, wondering if these men could be bandits from nearby?

No, they didn’t resemble bandits, but more like… evil cultists.

He had heard various tales of mystery from Irene and the townspeople and knew that extraordinary power was not uncommon in this world.

Having observed silently for over a dozen days, Karl felt a bit of closeness to the siblings he had first encountered in this world and didn’t want to see them die by his side.

But as of now, apart from observing, he was utterly powerless to help.

Irene, laying on the ground covered in mud, murmured to herself.

“Why, why has it come to this… Who will save us?”

“Anyone, please, save us!”

Her eyes were bloodshot, her pupils filled with despair and fury as she glared.

“Take anything from me, just save my family!”

The next moment, an incredibly supernatural event occurred!

As soon as she said, “Take anything from me” from the depths of her heart, Karl suddenly noticed a faint blue glow at the girl’s chest, revealing a cyan blue orb.

It seemed to be her soul.

It was loosening!

He felt as though he could, like a demon from myth, seize the opportunity to snatch away the girl’s soul.

Surrounding the soul, other colors of light emerged: pure white, pink, cyan blue, deep red, and orange, representing life, emotions, memories, senses, intelligence.

For some reason, Karl instinctively knew he could extract the various lights within Irene to use as “weapons.”

But what would happen to the girl if he did this? Would she die on the spot if she lost her life force?

They were already destined to die anyway.

And to initiate a change in his own prison-like circumstances, Karl desired to try anything possible, so he concentrated and attempted to extract a portion of the white light.

The white light was pulled out by an invisible hand of thought, hovering high in the air—it was like a white torch cleaving through all darkness in the night!

The evil cultists paid no attention to the flashing white light in the darkness; they were oblivious and could not see it.

Only Irene looked up blankly at this scene.

Incredulous, she gazed at the white light in the sky, radiant with the beauty of mighty power, reminiscent of the blade that judges the world, inspiring awe and making it impossible to look away.

“What in the world is that?”