The chilly sea breeze blew against Charles's face, swiftly extinguishing the irritability and anxiety in his heart.
Charles desperately hoped that what the Pope had said was true. But this vast sea had never given him any hope; to tell the truth, he was a bit scared.
He loathed situations he couldn't control, wanting to do something to make a change, yet Charles realized that at the moment he could do nothing. He despised this feeling of helplessness.
"Huff~!" Clad in a white robe, the Pope flew over and stood beside him, looking out at the dark sea together.
"Heading to the Earth's surface exit is as significant as a Holy War. All believers from the Holy Light Cathedral will come through there."
"Tianshui Island can provide enough fuel and fresh water, but there is a significant shortfall in food supplies."
"For this, I need Hope Island to provide assistance, and of course, the price is not a problem. Our Light God Sect will offer a higher price than anyone else."
