And for the Floating Island to carry two hundred thousand people into the sky and sustain them for the long term, it must be continuously powered by a Miracle of a major city-state.
Yet when the Crimson Curse devours the entire world, where could you ever find three million living souls to keep a Miracle running?
Despair... utter despair, like ice water, drenched the heart of every person present.
"Don't give up." Su Qiao took a deep breath, steely resolve surfacing on her sacred face. "We still have the Flaming Abyss. We can use that chasm to construct a final refuge beneath the abyss. No matter how faint the hope, at least more people may catch their breath... at least let them... live a little longer."
Li Yelai cast his gaze toward Dawn. "Master of Green Flames... can you lend us your aid?"
