Time slowly ticked away, and although they couldn't see the transition from day to night in the dimly lit room, the three of them could still discern through their physical senses that a full day had passed.
The murky lake water was full of mud, riddled with mire pits, and the water grass in the lake was motionless, no different from insects trapped in amber.
Ever since Laren had scolded him, Hiris had fallen silent, often painfully kneeling on the ground, clutching his head and repeatedly chanting the Scripture about the Logos people killing the Angel, as if seeking consolation from it, but the more he chanted, the more frantic he became.
Xilan's time of death was one day closer than it had been yesterday.
Laren and Utus scorned Hiris's behavior, seeing him at that moment as even more mortal than the mortals themselves.
After Hiris had chanted many Scriptures, he slowly rose from the ground.
Laren mocked,
"What do you think you are,
a Prophet?
Hiris, you are a Divine!"
