Chapter 614: Sacrifice Chuychu?

“Chuychu… Chuychu… please, stay with me!!!”

Hearing this heartrending cry, Su Yuan and the others rushed over immediately, only to find Chasca kneeling on the open ground, holding the barely-breathing Chuychu in her arms, weeping uncontrollably…

“Chasca, what happened?” Mavuika asked anxiously.

“Wasn’t Chuychu supposed to stay in the rear providing medical support? How did she end up this badly hurt?”

Everyone looked at Chuychu and saw a massive, torn wound on her abdomen, as if she had been struck viciously by the claws of some monster.

Blood continuously seeped out, and the aura of Abyssal power was pouring from the wound…

“Chuychu, you should have stayed in the back treating the injured. Why did you rush to the front lines?” Chasca said in anguish, unable to understand.

“Sister… some of the wounded were in extremely critical condition. If we moved them, it would definitely cause secondary injuries…”

Chuychu forced a faint smile, speaking weakly:

“I had to treat them on the spot. It was the only chance to save their lives…”

“It’s all my fault… I was too careless and got ambushed by a monster… I’ve ended up worrying you, sister…”

“Chuychu, don’t speak anymore. Save your strength. I will find a way to save you…” Chasca said with deep pain and reluctance.

“We must remove the Abyssal power inside you first, before we can clean and dress the wound…”

“But Abyssal power… how could it be removed so easily?” Chasca muttered in despair.

“If it were that simple, so many people wouldn’t have suffered under its influence for so long… including myself…”

At that moment, Aether suddenly had an idea and stepped forward!

“Chasca, did you say you need the Abyssal power purified?” Aether said confidently.

“I can do that—leave it to me!”

He stepped forward, placed his hand over Chuychu’s abdomen, and used that mysterious power of his to begin purifying the Abyssal energy…

Under Chasca’s astonished gaze, she could clearly feel the Abyssal power inside Chuychu slowly fading away!!!

“That’s wonderful—thank you, Traveler! Chuychu can be saved!!!” Chaska cried, her voice filled with joy and relief.

Su Yuan and the others also felt a heavy weight lift from their hearts…

They were late, but at least Chuychu could still be saved, and Chasca wouldn’t have to suffer such grief…

But soon, an unsettling thought suddenly struck Su Yuan…

This thought had no clear reason—just a pure instinct: if Aether were stopped from purifying the Abyssal power, they would be able to find the tribal hero of the Flower-Feather Clan…

Su Yuan couldn’t understand why such an idea appeared.

What did saving Chuychu have to do with finding the Flower-Feather Clan’s hero?

But then a terrifying possibility occurred to him…

Could it be… that the hero of the Flower-Feather Clan was Chasca?

And that she must experience the pain of losing Chuychu—turn grief into strength—to be acknowledged by the Great Spirit, inherit the hero’s “ancient name,” and become the tribe’s hero???

Su Yuan fell into deep conflict.

Somehow, his intuition told him that his speculation was undoubtedly correct…

If Chuychu died, a Flower-Feather Clan hero would be born—one who could save all of Natlan…

Rationally, Su Yuan knew this was a “small sacrifice for a greater good” situation—sacrifice one life to save a nation…

But emotionally, he knew this was wrong.

If Chuychu truly couldn’t be saved, that would be one thing.

But intentionally withholding help when you can save her—it was no different from murder.

Seeing Su Yuan’s troubled expression, Mavuika asked:

“Su Yuan, what’s wrong? Your expression… it seems off.”

After a moment of hesitation, Su Yuan finally said:

“Mavuika, let the Traveler continue purifying the Abyssal power for now. Come with me for a moment…”

Mavuika nodded and followed him to a quiet corner, where Su Yuan told her his thoughts and suspicions in detail…

After listening, Mavuika frowned deeply and said helplessly:

“This is troublesome… We finally have a clue about the tribal hero, but the truth is this cruel…”

“But just as you said, Su Yuan—if we have the ability to save someone, yet choose not to, wouldn’t that be murder?”

“And besides, the one who becomes the tribal hero isn’t necessarily Chasca! Before the Great Spirit acknowledges someone, anyone could be the chosen one…”

“Time is extremely tight, yes, but we still have a little bit left. Let’s try to think of another way!”

“Mm.” Su Yuan nodded, then returned to Chasca’s side together with Mavuika.

By now, Aether had completely purified the Abyssal power from Chuychu’s body, and Chuychu seemed far more conscious than before.

“Ah, Traveler, I didn’t expect you to possess such an ability… it’s truly incredible…”

Chuychu said:

“There are still many people in our tribe suffering from Abyssal contamination. If it’s possible, I hope you can help them too.”

“Of course,” Aether replied with a gentle smile.

“Chuychu, look at your condition—why are you still worrying about others?”

Seeing Chuychu’s state improve, Chasca finally let out a long breath of relief, then shouted:

“Is there a doctor? Someone come clean and bandage Chuychu’s wound!!!”

“Sister, what are you doing?” Chuychu chuckled, pointing at herself with her thumb.

“The best doctor in the entire Flower-Feather Clan is right here, isn’t she?”

“A simple cleaning and bandage—I can handle it myself!”

Watching Chuychu endure the pain and treat herself, Su Yuan couldn’t help but sigh.

Chuychu was really… quite a tough one—uh, a strong-willed little girl!

Before long, Chuychu finished treating herself, and was now completely out of immediate danger.

“Whew… finally done. Luckily the wound wasn’t too deep—if my intestines and organs had spilled out, that would’ve really been dangerous!” Chuychu said, relieved after her narrow escape.