No god statue.
Shausedo's gaze swept rapidly around, confirming that this building, suspected to be a Prayer Hall, indeed contained no actual god statue, murals, or anything of the sort.
There were only scattered stars across the vaulted ceiling and abstract patterns along the four walls.
That alone was nothing unusual; after all, Earth had religions with similar features.
But when he carefully observed those Clay Figures "putting on earnest performances," watching them point at the vaulted ceiling and tap among the "stars," sometimes even making use of the abstract patterns on the walls, he found that the patterns and forms they tapped out, as well as their subsequent prayer gestures and postures, differed considerably.
Yet it would be wrong to say they were pointing about at random.
Shausedo observed them for some time and confirmed that the Clay Figures entering and leaving the Prayer Hall repeated certain star-tapping patterns, prayer gestures, and postures—and that these even corresponded with one another.
After sitting there for seven or eight minutes, he had identified more than ten sets, two or three of which appeared rather frequently.
If this were a stage play or film, the design would have been remarkably meticulous.
But what if it had not been deliberately designed?
Were these Clay Figures... truly living beings?
Come to think of it, Shausedo wore three layers of armor, a completely different style from these Clay Figures, who seemed to be dressed only in thin military uniforms and combat suits. Yet ever since entering the base, whether moving through public areas or observing the open functional zones, he had drawn no unusual attention.
And these fellows could still naturally avoid him without bumping into him.
What kind of Logic was that?
Shausedo felt that his thoughts had become sluggish in this strange base.