"Maya, do you hear that? That's the sound of the audience cheering," the girl standing next to the cat girl said with some excitement, seemingly more fond of these noisy sounds than her uneasy companions, who were praying amidst their anxiety.
Maya did not choose to pray; shamans didn't literally worship anything. In this era, the vast majority of known spirits had decayed under the temptation and corruption of Chaos, and shamans had begun to rely on nature as a whole.
This meant that only the most talented shamans could grow, and the vast majority of shaman apprentices spent their entire lives without becoming a true shaman.
"Maya, what's wrong?" Her companion's call brought Maya back from her wandering thoughts: "What is it?"
