Why?
Why on earth is this happening?
Why is the Sain Dungeon still chasing me!?
"Holy Light, please grant me wisdom, and calm my fears."
Bishop Megan knelt devoutly before the statue of the Holy Light God, her voice possessing the tone only a devout believer could muster, yet the slight trembling within her tone broke this sense of equilibrium.
Instantly, the atmosphere shifted from one of "a faithful follower praying" to "a less devout believer groveling for mercy."
"Holy Light, please grant me peace, and give me the courage to face evil."
She recited a long string of prayer lines that would only leave ordinary people dizzy, but for those devoted to the Holy Light, such lines were fundamental skills—how could one call themselves a believer without having memorized the ninety-nine prayers and the eight hundred thirty-one miracles of the Holy Light God?
