Annan was the Lord of Free City, the sovereign of Gem Bay.
If he said Leila wouldn't catch a fish, she wouldn't even catch a shrimp tomorrow.
Leaving the ashen-faced Leila to herself, Annan and the Princess returned to the Otherworld Tree to rest after dinner.
Annan first meditated to refine his Divinity, then drifted off to sleep and sensed his Believers' prayers.
The Princess, resting in another lounge chair, opened her eyes. A flash of anxiety crossed them as she slowly reached toward Annan...
"Great Lady, please..."
Thick fog enveloped Annan's consciousness. Only a faint, broken whisper slipped through the mist for him to catch.
"Great Lady, please..."
Annan was patient at first, but as the same prayer kept echoing, he grew impatient. "First, I'm the Holy Son, not the Lady. Second, please what? Spit it out."
The foggy space seemed unable to withstand his waking awareness. It shuddered and kicked him out.
Annan opened his eyes helplessly. He didn't need to ask: the Believer calling out in his dream definitely wasn't one of his people. Those in the Church were already praying according to the three things he'd asked for: time, place, and person.
Seeing Annan wake with a start, the Princess hurriedly pulled back her hand, closed her eyes, and pretended to keep resting.
Annan didn't notice the Princess's strange reaction. He lay in his chair and thought.
How did prayer work, exactly?
Was it a signal transmitted on some frequency, like Radio Waves? But if so, shouldn't he receive nearby Xunhao first?
Or were the Free City People praying the wrong way? Did they have to start with "Great Lady" to get the frequency right?
Annan scratched his head. Why did trying to explain Prayer scientifically make it even more complicated?
Still, he felt as though