The crowd instinctively stepped backwards once, but by now, they had full trust in Li, and they were more awed than they were scared. The pillar of fire flickered down until it reached the level of a normal bonfire, and then the song began.
The old priests, headed by Ivo, began to sing. Their voices had marvelous projection, spreading across the entirety of the fields with little issue. Li could tell they were drawing power from him, using it to carry their voices far to all the followers present.
Their song was foreign to almost all present, not having ever been heard for over five decades. At first, it began like regular song. Though there were no words, no lyrics, their voices resonated in rising hums like a trained choir.
