And just when he thought of this, he discovered another thing: the walls of lake water on both sides were rapidly lowering.
In just a moment, the entire lake had completely dried up and disappeared, leaving only a deep, mysterious hollow in the center, leading who knows where.
He suddenly had a realization.
All the way here, he had been so peaceful, without encountering any attacks existing in the other mists... it seemed not because he was lucky enough.
But because he had the protection of a Divine Spirit!
Steven's heart was increasingly grateful to that God, and his faith in Him grew more devout!
"Praise My Lord!"
"You are..."
He wanted to say a few more words like the priests he had seen before, praising the Divine Spirit while praising the respectable name of God or something.
But when it came to the mouth, he got the words stuck in his throat.
The idea was good.
But the problem was—he didn't know what to say.
