Ikem remained seated, silent, studying his father carefully. The weight of those words did not escape him.
"How could you possibly help with this, Father?" he asked at last. "This is a matter of faith refinement something so far away from Origin gods such as yourself. I would imagine someone like yourself would find it even more hard to come with a probable solution."
Ikenga laughed, deep and unrestrained, the sound echoing across the open hall.
"Indeed," he replied, amusement still lingering in his tone. "I have no understanding of the burdens of faith as ascended gods experience it. I was never shaped by mortal belief."
His expression softened slightly.
"But your grandmother, Nana, once spoke of how other ascended gods overcome such limitations."
At the mention of Nana, Ikem's posture shifted almost imperceptibly. The name carried authority.
