In the council chamber, the representatives bowed their heads in mourning; some were in tears, some clenching their fists with bitterness.
An elder spoke with a trembling voice, "While we have preserved most of our homeland, a third of our people have vanished forever. This sacrifice will be etched in history, beyond measure."
A young female representative gritted her teeth and said, "Perhaps for this reason, we must cherish every inch of the land and every life that survives, for these are bought with their blood!"
Meanwhile, at the center of the purification ritual's aftermath, where David stood, he suddenly felt the energy of his divine format swelling and chaotic within him.
An irresistible power emerged from the depths of his marrow, scorching his soul to the limit.
On the surface of the crimson-gold battle armor appeared large areas of gray-white keratin textures, as hard as metal, distinctly different from his original skin material.
