Finmage closed his eyes and recited the prayer, feeling uneasy in his heart.
He had been chanting for a while, but there was still no response, which made him doubtful.
But, in the next moment, he heard it, as if it was an echo from the ancient depths of the sea.
What it conveyed was—insufficient.
This made Finmage's scalp tingle, and he couldn't help but curse himself internally for being an idiot.
Damn it, how could you, Finmage, dare to pray to an entity that clearly looks like an Evil God, asking for trouble!
And you believed the words of that stranger Rogel? Clearly, it was a trap set to ensnare you!
Probably, the next thing it says will be to take your soul as a snack!
Damn, I've seen this plot too many times!
But, when the next thought came, Finmage couldn't help but be stunned.
This thought conveyed many intentions.
But he understood all of it.
