Celeste Grant felt a surge of joy at the thought.
'So satisfying!'
At that moment, the sacrificial dance above had concluded.
Elder Sawyer extended a hand toward Celeste Grant.
Celeste Grant smiled faintly and flew onto the sacrificial altar.
Elder Sawyer gently placed his hand on her head and spoke.
"Bless you, my child."
"May your days be smooth and filled with peace and joy from this day forward."
In that instant, a feeling of profound understanding washed over her.
"Thank you, Elder."
The sacrificial dance was over.
Her parents and younger brother removed their masks and walked to her side.
"Happy birthday, sweetie."
"Happy birthday to my dear Celeste."
"Happy birthday, big sis."
Looking at her family before her, her eyes began to sting.
She reached out and patted her younger brother's head.
"Thank you, Changyuan. I loved it. You danced very well."
As she spoke, she hugged him, then turned to her smiling parents and embraced them as well.
