Season Star shouted those words, and the entire Divine Might Space fell silent.
Her eyes shone with frightening intensity. She looked less like someone asking for a battle and more like a mad scientist who had just discovered an unparalleled treasure.
"Heh heh... mass-producing Holy Spirits?"
Lord of Lies Dies Martin's light and shadow swayed as his chuckle broke the silence.
"My dear Mechanist, do you think they're canned goods that can roll off a factory line in batches? The birth of every Holy Spirit requires a sufficiently resilient soul as a vessel, one capable of bearing the hopes and will of tens of thousands of people. Where are you going to find so many qualified vessels?"
Season Star seemed not to hear Dies Martin's sarcasm at all. Her attention was completely focused on Qin Chuan as she waited for his answer.
Qin Chuan finally moved.
Instead of answering Season Star directly, he turned his gaze toward Night Cherry Tangle.
"Night Cherry Tangle, what do you think?"
Night Cherry Tangle froze, clearly not expecting the president to throw the question to him. He pondered for a moment, carefully choosing his words.
"President, Roderick's success wasn't merely due to his strength. More importantly, in the midst of despair, he brought order and hope to those survivors. He earned everyone's trust through his actions."
"That trust is the foundation of faith. Faith Power isn't water without a source; it comes from the truest emotions in the heart of every believer."
His words were tactful, but his meaning was clear.
Holy Spirits weren't elevated. They were chosen.
Roderick was the one everyone had chosen.
Season Star suddenly waved her hand, cutting Night Cherry Tangle off.
"No! You've all misunderstood the point!"
She paced anxiously in place twice. The Creation Runes at her fingertips