"Please, I need a solution to the problem that surrounds me... Let the spirits help me!" Bernard pleaded earnestly, his eyes locked on the swirling white smoke before him.
"What you seek cannot come to you, for your heart is unclean. To work in your favor would mean working against the spirits and defying the universe!" the voice of the highest priest responded, calm but firm.
Bernard frowned, his voice full of desperation. "Your words aren't clear, and they're hard for a man like me to understand. Please, help me see the light in your words!"
"The words of the spirits aren't meant to satisfy anyone," the priest continued. "They bless those who deserve it. Everyone receives what is due to them based on their deeds and what they have tainted their hands with. Young Alpha, what you seek cannot be spoken—it can only be felt and endured."
Bernard lowered his head, still on his knees. "Is there no way to redemption?" he asked softly.
