Chapter 807
It wasn’t just Dustia.
The regressors of each generation who inherited the curse from the Goddess were all trapped here inside Everblack.
This was the divine punishment that the clan received for stealing the magical fire.
Even after death, they were trapped in this spirit realm, forced to watch as their descendants repeated their lives — an eternal curse of regression for the entire clan.
“Won’t you help us?”
Dustia asked once more.
The Goddess let out a long sigh. She murmured softly:
“For our human race that lived as slaves… to live at least like proper humans. That’s why I planted this tree.”
The Goddess looked up at the roots of the massive thorn tree she had planted herself, which was now burning itself to provide warmth.