The ritual hall.
This place is spacious, like a cathedral, able to hold hundreds praying at the same time.
Hilia followed Eric here, seeing countless people kneeling on the ground, facing forward, mumbling. Each person's chant was different, as if improvising.
Although everyone spoke softly, together their voices became a buzzing, dizzying hum.
"Just pick any spot and pray. It has to be at least four hours. Prayer only requires offering everything to the God—think about whatever you want."
Finishing his speech, Eric ignored Hilia, found a spot, knelt, and began to pray.
Hilia glanced around, estimating about forty people here; each had a fluctuation of magic power, though most were faint and carried a heavy pollution.
Prayer was certainly not something Hilia would do.
She memorized everyone's positions and the surroundings carefully.
Then she looked toward the front, where all were praying.
There was a high platform, and apparently something was placed upon it.
