“Are you okay?” Shadia asked Chi-Woo, who was crawling with both his hands tied up like a caterpillar.

‘Urgh.’ Chi-Woo barely managed to lift himself up and smiled bitterly at Shadia, whose shoulders were still bleeding. “I should be asking you that.”

“I’m all right,” Shadia responded with an equally bitter smile as Chi-Woo looked at her with concern. “I can regenerate my arm by making new medicine. Of course, in order to do that, I need to get out of this place first…” She let out a short sigh and asked, “What happened though? Why are you alone?”

“Something unexpected happened,” Chi-Woo said. “We were unable to force our way through, so I split up from the others and acted as bait.”

“Ah…What happened to the rest of the group?”

“I heard they met up with the eighth recruits.”

“Really?”

“Yes, I got a message. Nangnang’s guesses were right.”

“That’s a silver lining at least. How is it on their side?”

“Well…It doesn’t seem that great.”

From Ru Amuh’s messages, a few points could be extrapolated:

1. Originally, the total number of the eighth recruits was 511. Among them, 185 people had either died or gotten captured, leaving 326 members now.

2. Five of the twelve families who lit up the Celestial Realm had participated in the eighth recruits. They were Ho Lactea, Nahla, Afrilith, Mariaju, and Eustitia.

3. The eighth recruits’ mission was to recover the forgotten god in a ruined city and help revive the city so that it could become a godly territory.

4. The eighth recruits were currently locked in the...