Pff—
"Lord Aaron, why would you do this, allowing us to die? What good does it do you? I can obey you—"
Hiss—
"Evil God, Evil God, may you die a horrible death!"
Hiss—
"...The earth will be soaked with sin and blood, and you surely will pay the price... No one can escape, no one can!"
...
Standing on a mound, Aaron listened to the incessant pleadings, wails, curses, and angry shouts around him, his expression unchanged.
Before the city was built, a moat had been planned, but water had not yet been diverted into it.
However, the heavy rain had solved that, as the moat's channel blocked the accumulating water from other areas. Now, a short canal leading directly out of the city was being urgently dug by thousands.
After all, even if the Spring of Life produced enough water, relying on bare hands for transport was insufficient. Besides, given the size of the spring, even with more water, it might not hold back the massive dark tide.
