Coleman ignored Satan and continued speaking to the livestream mirror. "Actually, Satan has a point. If we could learn the God-Worship Ritual, we wouldn't have to go looking for members of the God-Worshipping Sect."
"But—"
Coleman paused, his expression turning serious.
"Rituals are easy to get wrong. That's especially true of rituals tied to faith in a god. Believers use their god as an anchor, with faith to fall back on. Without that, a ritual could become dangerous and useless."
In short, Coleman suspected that the Chaos God Ritual required faith to activate. Even if nonbelievers learned it, they might not be able to use it.
Coleman wasn't guessing blindly.
Back in the Cloud Harbor City warehouse, he and Ice Woman had been suspended in midair while the red-robed elder and a group of God-Worshipping Sect members performed a sacrificial ritual on them.
The entire process had been steeped in religious solemnity.
The sect members had recited devout prayers, like true believers beseeching their god to look upon them.
Coleman wouldn't have believed anyone who claimed faith played no part in it.
That was why Coleman doubted they could use the Chaos God Ritual simply by obtaining its instructions. They had no faith in the Chaos God.
"The best course is still to have members of the God-Worshipping Sect perform the ritual themselves."
"So the method I mentioned earlier is probably the most reliable."
They would seek out members of the God-Worshipping Sect, then pretend the meeting was a coincidence.
Like Coleman and Ice Woman had done, they shouldn't appear to be pursuing the sect. Instead, they should use some quality of their own to catch its members' attention.
At this, Coleman recalled his first encounter with the red-robed elder.
They had first met on the Cloud Whale Bus.
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