"It was you... Heti."
Wu Heng remembered her. She had been one of the people in Treasure Island's program to help waitresses. She had performed in stage plays, and she sang beautifully too.
He had never expected that her connection to Treasure Island and the Church would drag her into this as well.
Wu Heng began examining the Divine Authorities he wielded: Creation, Death, and Magic.
Surely, one of them could help her somehow.
"Seems my humanity hasn't been swallowed by my divinity," Wu Heng murmured.
Yet just as he was about to do something, Heti's Faith Anchor rapidly dimmed, flickering as though it were about to scatter.
The Flame of Life beneath the bridge had burned to its end amid pain, hunger, and cold. Her connection to him was about to be severed completely.
Wu Heng's brows suddenly furrowed, and he leaned forward slightly upon the Divine Seat.
"Dying right in front of me... isn't that a little too disrespectful?" The instant the words fell, divine power transformed into an invisible warm current and fiercely descended along that slender thread that was about to vanish!
Deep beneath the cold, damp bridge.
"Ugh—hack!"
A violent, gut-wrenching cough suddenly burst from the girl's throat!
Her unfocused pupils abruptly sharpened. Like a drowning person, she greedily gulped down great mouthfuls of foul air, coughing out all the thick phlegm and filth lodged in her throat.
An indescribable warm current entered her body, forceful yet gentle, driving away the bitter cold and agonizing pain while soothing her festering wounds.
Her paper-white complexion swiftly regained its color. Her heavy body became light, and even her mind had never felt so clear.
"I... I'm better...!" She incredulously touched her arm as tears instantly spilled from her eyes, sliding down her dirt-streaked face. "Lord Island