Philo silently watched Isaac as he initiated the ritual, her heart filled with resentment. 'My birth is so much nobler than his, and the education I've received since childhood is far superior, but...'
As she looked at the complex Ritual Array, an overwhelming sense of defeat washed over her...
Meanwhile, Isaac was oblivious to Philo's feelings, nor did he have any interest in knowing them. He was pouring all of his concentration into the ritual.
Although his Golden Finger provided a safety net, with a fault tolerance of one thousand percent making failure impossible, he still needed to invest one hundred percent of his energy into it!
This was a standard Isaac set for himself. First, one should never underestimate the powers that be. Outer Gods were, after all, Gods. They existed on a much higher plane. To snatch a prize from their grasp, he couldn't afford to be careless, or he might fall into some unforeseen trap, even with the ritual's protection.
