Ethan drew a sharp breath as he looked at the red cloths on the Mother-Child Wraith Tree.
Those bulging items wrapped within the red cloths, though unseen by Ethan, had already sparked a guess in his mind.
Could they possibly be the remains of the stillborn infants?
A chill enveloped the surroundings, making Ethan shiver slightly, eager to distance himself from this place.
"I'm actually curious, why must the infants be buried under this particular tree?" Ethan frowned, stroking his chin in thought. "Wouldn't a better solution be to cremate them?"
King gazed deeply at the eerie tree, his tone uncertain:
"In the Deityforsaken Land, there's a deity named Peggy. Legend has it that burying infants near Her grants the supplicants children with greater power and talent."
"So, everyone is willing to bury the deceased infants near Peggy, hoping their future children will be more formidable."
