The air grew thick with tension as the priest's glowing eyes settled on Enel and his companions. The proclamation echoed through the assembly...
"Hmmm... It would seem like you three have gotten the attention of the Prophet. Therefore, the Bowl shall be given based on merit."
Enel's sharp senses caught the subtle shift in the crowd's mood. Whispers spread like wildfire, and even among the eclectic mix of species, all eyes were on them. Like everyone else, Enel had noticed the priest's glowing gaze—a clear sign that this so Prophet was watching.
The corner of his mouth curled into a faint smirk. 'So, the Prophet is bored. Wants to have some fun, does he?'
Suddenly, the familiar mechanical tone echoed in his mind.