"Yagneg! Yagneg!"
"God says,"
"I swear by my eternal life."
"All knees shall bow to me."
"All tongues shall confess to me."
"The divine radiance illuminates the ancient secrets that remain unspoken."
"Strengthen our hearts."
"These secrets are now revealed."
"And by the command of everlasting life, Yagneg's decree,"
"guided by the books of Prophets to instruct the nations' people, so they shall be convinced."
"Until forever."
"Yagneg! Yagneg!"①
The crisp and ethereal voices of the little Fish-men echoed inside the fish skin tent, creating a sacred atmosphere. Even someone as unreserved as Sister Korma showed a hint of solemnity under this ambiance.
Zheng Qing, although not extensively versed in religious studies, could easily deduce the deity named 'Yagneg' that these nomadic Fish-men worshipped, due to his exposure to mysticism.
The Old Fishman's following words confirmed this.
"Yagneg! Our God!"
