Looming Threats - Part 4

Even Batinkog's translation didn't seem to hold an awful lot of confidence in those words. But that was all the Syndran men had to cling to. In the place of his words of encouragement, they had found their own, in their own God, for the sights before them were so horrific that nothing but the ultimate divinity could be used to explain them.

The Pagans chanted to their God as they worked. They raised their hands to the sky. Though it was not true magic, for there did not seem to be mana, in the same way that there was mana when Penelope cast her spells, Vol did not think that their words were meaningless either.