The Great Prophet of the Harcos Clan knelt before the mass of flesh, chanting the true name of the deity.
The massive flesh tumors trembled slightly with the rhythm of the "heart."
Facing the call of the Great Prophet of the Harcos Clan, the blurred human face with its eyes tightly shut gave no response whatsoever.
Time ticked by, and the decaying Divine Hall seemed as if frozen in time, where only the beating of the "heart" served as evidence of time's passage.
Looking at the blurry face that was merged with the flesh tumor, showing no sign of awakening, the Great Prophet Margo's expression was somewhat complex.
She took a deep breath and spoke again,
"Queen, the Holy Royal Court's envoys have noticed the true and false nature of the Holy Land, and the clan's internal power to fight against the Fallen Bloodline is weakening. We... may not be able to hold on much longer."
