"Sunfire God... may your flames burn forever hot, and your radiance shine forever bright..."
"And..." The believer's voice trembled slightly. "May your heart be at peace..."
There were always believers praying beside the campfires, whether large or small.
The expedition could not stop for even a moment. For the clan and the Sunfire God, they had to race against time to obtain the things they needed.
Most insects could not grasp what this meant. They thought it was just an ordinary war, but the believers were different.
Those insects who had formed a connection with the Sunfire God could vaguely sense that their god seemed desperate, anxious to accomplish something.
"Are you serious? I understand you're devout, but you've already prayed five times today."
A soldier slowly approached. Unlike the believer, he preferred taking concrete action. "Seriously, we really need help over here."
"I just hope everything goes smoothly."
The believer rose and looked toward the distant places where campfires had yet to be lit, worry in his eyes.
"The true purpose of everything we're doing now must go beyond what we understand."
"Oh, come on. I respect the Sunfire God just as much as you do. I just think we should be doing more practical work right now. Prayer alone isn't enough."
The soldier offered his own interpretation: the head-on fighting at the front, the traps after each victory, and that flare of fire.
He had always believed that what the Sunfire God truly needed was concrete action.
"I thought it was results in battle."
A third voice came from the shadows, making the other two insects jump.
A mantis hunter soon emerged slowly from the shadows. Clearly, he had been there for a while.
"Priest, my left arm is injured. Please heal it for me."
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