To Anette however, she said it word by word with no rush. This didn't include words that were long to pronounce but similar to a deep hissing sound mixed with clicks at different intervals.
There was no particular way to say the word but to understand the essence. Anette could do that well enough.
Instead of pain, she felt like she was fed with some essence that flowed in her and evaluated her and disappeared just as fast. It left her with some understanding of the symbols and pronunciation. It felt like innate knowledge that she couldn't explain with her words even if she tried.
It seemed like this only worked when she said it. She instinctively knew she had said it right, or rather, successfully.
Her soft chant opened the path!
'As for what those fools were doing…I have no idea!'