"Those up top, report the situation!"
"Maeve is still dying! Repeat, Maeve is still dying!"
The believer at the top of the tower shouted.
"Pick up the pace! Keep stuffing!"
Dorothea was a little worried.
Their ore reserves were now plentiful; instead, Maeve was the one struggling to hold on.
Her recovery simply could not keep up with the loss of vitality, and she died every little while.
If the Great Being had not kept flashing the Blood Moon overhead, she would have been done for countless times already.
Farther away, Lillian and Victoria watched from a distance.
"I told you, didn't I? Don't use your shallow wisdom to second-guess the Great Being. His plans and strategies far exceed our imagination."
Lillian sighed and pointed at Maeve above, whose mouth was being frantically stuffed with stones. "Could you have come up with an idea like that?"
Victoria's face twitched. After a moment of silence, she still shook her head.
At that moment, she truly understood the gap between herself and the Great Being.
It was not a gap in strength, but in thinking.
Looking at Maeve plugging the passage, Victoria could not help but sigh.
Her thinking was still that of a mortal, while the Great Being had long since transcended mortal confines.
She had been ready to give up on Maeve at the time. In such a desperate situation, there had been no room to think at all.
Yet the Great Being had actually come up with such a wildly imaginative idea and forcibly snatched Maeve's life back!
Victoria looked up at Maeve, who could have been either dead or alive.
Well, to be precise, snatched half of it back...
"Lady Dorothea, something's wrong with Maeve!"
A believer above suddenly shouted.
Dorothea immediately stood up, her entire body instantly