Toril World, Mother of Mists Island.
The Blood Sacrifice ritual had been completed. The town at the center of the island had now become a field of ruins. Every house had collapsed, and the ground was covered in blood. The blood ran deep and flowed and churned continuously as if it were alive.
Violette hovered silently in the sky, watching the ritual operate. Suddenly, a figure flew to her side—it was Scarlett.
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To be honest, Scarlett had never considered herself a good person, nor had she cared much about human lives. When they had previously discussed sacrificing the tens of thousands of people on Mother of Mists Island, she had supported it. But talking about killing tens of thousands of people and actually witnessing the deaths of tens of thousands of people were completely different things.
Not everyone among those tens of thousands could have been pirates. There were women, children, and the elderly among them. Watching them be slaughtered so miserably made Scarlett feel awful. For the first time in her life, she felt guilt and fear.
"Is what we're doing... really worth it? Maybe we can find another way?" Scarlett knew that saying such things at this point was terribly hypocritical, but she could not help asking. Even she did not know what answer she wanted—whether she hoped there was another way, or hoped that killing these tens of thousands was the only option...
Violette was a construct lifeform, and her concept of life was exceedingly indifferent. To her, there was no question of whether it was worth it. Her master was Solam. Forget tens of thousands—if her master required it, she could even kill every