Jonan felt skeptical about the blessing, and he also felt uncomfortable about bowing to a spear, but considering it was the natives' tradition, he knew better than to show any sign of disrespect.
These people were his only reliable lead to understand more about the 'Abyssal Ruins', and for now, it meant abiding by their customs.
Raenir, the Chief of the colony, motioned to Jonan with an inviting hand gesture. "Please, make your way to the spear, and keep a small distance from it. For the next part, repeat the steps I will show you, and act accordingly."
Jonan inhaled deeply, steeling his thoughts. "Yes, Chief. I will be happy to do as you have told me."
With measured and careful steps, Jonan paced beside Raenir until he came to a stop, leaving a respectful gap between himself and the rusted spear planted upright in the center of the sanctuary.
