"Pray for grace!"
"Pray for grace!"
"Pray for grace!"
Arthur led Aaron and Raul in performing the ritual with all their might. In actuality, none of the three had substantial authority, but when they prayed devoutly, the deity could sense the will of the believers, so it wasn't entirely for show.
The true core of the ritual was Chen Jing, the Young Lord, who lifted her deep and tranquil eyes, a rare hint of confusion flickering within them.
The old men who had climbed off the stretchers were still kneeling at the very center of the Alchemy Matrix, stretching out their withered hands to repeatedly kowtow, seemingly feeling that their devotion had yet to move the deity and completely unaware that the vertical pupil that had opened in the darkness had already closed.
"Where's the blessing?"
Someone had already sensed something was wrong, uttering a feeble voice.
"The deity must sense our devotion."
Another person hoarsely said, "Keep praying!"
