Later, Mr. Liwal went out as well. Together with Mr. Assath, he carefully circled the area within several hundred meters of Rose Mansion several times, but in the end, they still failed to find City Lord Durrand, who had suddenly gone berserk.
They returned empty-handed, their expressions growing increasingly grim.
"It's too dark outside, and the roads aren't easy to walk on. Besides, we have no way of knowing where Durrand ran off to." Mr. Assath sighed. "Even when we shouted, he didn't respond."
"How could he suddenly become unable to pray?" Liwal couldn't help frowning.
He had happened to be there when City Lord Durrand lost his mind, so he had witnessed the entire scene... Yet no one could give an answer regarding what had happened.
Time slipped quietly by amid the strangeness.
Suddenly.
"I... can't pray either." Mr. Liwal's voice carried a hint of oddness.
Assath abruptly turned to look at him, studying him carefully, apparently trying to determine whether Liwal was still normal... If Liwal also couldn't withstand the shock and ended up like Durrand, the situation would truly be as bad as it could get!
"It may be related to us being transferred here by some unknown means." Although Liwal's expression looked unpleasant, he was not yet losing control.
Or perhaps he was relying on his powerful ability to endure and successfully resisting the impact of being unable to pray.
For a devout believer, especially a Prayer, being unable to pray was undoubtedly something that shook the very Root of their spiritual world.
Once they fell into self-doubt, their faith could easily collapse.
Mr. Assath understood this feeling all too well... He took a deep breath, gently patted Liwal on the shoulder, and said, "Exactly. Your inability to pray must be related to us being caught