The next afternoon. Messai walked out from the prayer room.
She has been repenting since morning. She hoped that the gods would help her calm down her restless heart.
Yet… all of it ended up in a failure!
The more Messai prayed before the god's sculpture with her palms together, the more vivid her memories of the past couple days became.
Then, Hearthstone voice lines like 'I will fight with honor!''I am your nightmare!''Reporting for duty!' and others would begin to fill her head.
Could it be that the arcanotech device was cursed?
Standing under the sun, Messai looked to her hands. Through her third eye's perception, she knew that there was no issue with her body at all.
Not to mention something malicious like a curse, her magic power had even grown much more abundant than two days ago.
With the prayers ineffective, Messai ran to the chapel's back yard and found a wooden sword.
