But after a year, he still hadn't made any progress.
Instead, the sense of crisis in his heart grew stronger each day.
As a Prophet, he knew this was not a good sign.
"What's going on? No solutions at all. Could it be that receiving the message of the Lifeless True Saint from the Void is, as some council members have said, just my imagination?"
Driven by a sense of crisis around the clock for a year, he made no gains and was extremely tense.
"Lifeless True Saint, if you truly exist, please tell me the direction. Where should the Federation go from here?"
Throughout the year, he fixated on the Lifeless True Saint.
As time passed, perhaps he hadn't noticed that he'd gradually come to view the True Saint as the sole savior.
And today, once again, that heightened sense of crisis had become the last straw that broke the camel's back.
The Prophet, regarding the previously unseen Lifeless True Saint as a deity, earnestly prayed, hoping for salvation.
And that was faith.
