The Priest was sweating cold all over.
He didn't dare to look up, nor to meet the eyes of the Sapo King. Driven by fear, he knelt down, an ancient instinct from the Ape-man Era gnawing at his mind.
The face of the Sapo King was cold and veiled with rage. Everyone present felt this and did not dare to breathe heavily. The faint-hearted could only lower their gaze to the floor of the palace.
Amid the trembling, the Priest felt that the Sapo King's fury was not directed solely at him but also at the Pattern Garden behind him and even...
The Priest dared not think further.
"Are you the chosen one? You are just a priest."
The Sapo King spat out the words one by one,
"Do you dare to offend me, thinking that God favors you instead of me?"
The Priest couldn't utter a word. He felt his throat tighten, blocking even the air from flowing smoothly.
