Lynch furrowed his brow, keenly perceiving that Lanice's whole demeanor was entirely different from before as she spoke.
That undeniable fervor emanating from the depths of her soul cast a shadow of fanaticism over her originally elegant features. It was more than just Faith, it seemed like a deeply instilled and guided... fanatical belief?
Lynch's brow furrowed even tighter. He keenly picked up the unusual term in Lanice's words and tentatively asked, "The 'Father God' you mentioned... are you referring to Erodion?"
"Do not call Father God's name directly!" Lanice instinctively, with a natural reverence and protectiveness, rebuked solemnly, her tone carrying unquestionable devotion.
This reaction deepened Lynch's doubts. He didn't continue asking about the term, but suddenly raised his hand, seemingly casually snapping his fingers.
"Snap!"
A soft sound.
