Ivita really didn't know whether she should blame the Church for intentionally allowing the revival of the pagan Sea God. After all, the Church had obviously prioritized its own interest above the welfare of everyone on Cross Island.
Maybe to the Church, Cross Island was a lost cause.
The Church had long been unhappy about pirates taking over this crucial node in the trade route.
Ivita nodded at the man. "I see. May I ask who are you?"
"How should I address you, Father?"
The man in the white robe shook his head, "You can call me Mr. 333, because I've long since forgotten my own name. I have no religious rank within the Church because our existence originated from an ancient civilization's mandate to the Church. We are meant to confront an enemy that has always been lurking throughout history."
