Eighty-three, I'm going to kill all you idiots_2.

But Ogg knew, he was chanting.

Chanting along with the Holy Sound that descended with the heavy snow.

Ogg wanted to say something, but when he opened his mouth, he found he couldn't speak, as his throat was already hoarse.

So he silently closed his mouth, picked up the frozen child, and turned to leave.

Everything was very familiar.

Annoyingly familiar.

Finally, he threw the child into a deep pit, where countless other children had already died in the same way.

Ogg rested his hands on his knees, gently panting.

"Where's that Ogg guy?! Why is he missing again."

A rough male voice sounded nearby, and Ogg had to quickly pull himself together, shouting "Coming, coming" as he jogged over.

Sure enough, the leader of this Seed District was already looking at him with displeasure beside the bonfire.