"The Guardian Spirit grants us clean food and water..."
"The Guardian Spirit bestows warmth and light upon us..."
"The Guardian Spirit protects our safety..."
"The Guardian Spirit shields us from harm..."
In the Nameless Village's nameless church, the devout and earnest chanting mixed with indifference and perfunctory attitudes.
The villagers gathered around a vague human-shaped rock, the prostrate elderly, women, and children devout and earnest, while the men and youths were lazy and perfunctory.
Quickly ending the midday prayer, the men ignored the villagers starting a second round and gathered at the church entrance where the storm weakened.
The chanting inside the church reverberated, making a figure unable to endure it, grabbing a straw rain cloak.
"I'm not waiting any longer!"
The man dashed into the rain.
"Ruby!"
A startled cry arose from the crowd, and a young man followed, rushing out.
