"Forgive my bluntness, the realm of god, or what you call the God domain, is nothing significant."
The man was hidden in darkness, and his face remained unseen.
However, judging by his exposed wrist, he seemed quite young.
Like a young man.
"Please…" The Prophet grasped the table with both hands, attempting to stand, but his legs had lost their strength.
Reluctantly, he sat back down in the chair, uttering slowly, "Please, show respect to the god!"
"I am a merchant; I don't believe in ghosts or gods, only profit." The man chuckled lightly, his tone openly scornful of the Prophet. "Of course, if you can prove your god is omnipotent, I wouldn't mind becoming a follower, standing by your side. But first, it needs to prove itself."
