This is a dimly lit cave, where the torches on the walls cast flickering shadows.
Two sides of the cave were adorned with rough frescoes, telling the tale of the millennia-old war of gods—an epic story in which the gods joined forces to severely wound the World Tree and the civilization of elves, a story that has been passed down from generation to generation among the half-beast tribes.
At the center of the cave was an altar made of piled skulls.
Atop the altar stood a rugged statue of Uller, the god of winter and hunting.
Before the statue of Uller, a grey-robed, one-eyed old half-beast knelt in devout prayer.
In the silent cave, only the solemn prayers echoed ceaselessly, dignified and revered.
Suddenly, the statue emitted a diffuse glow, brightly illuminating the originally dark cave.
The one-eyed half-beast tremblingly raised his head, his gaze toward the statue filled with fervent adoration and disbelief...
"Divine message... it's a divine message..."
