"One tribe with many banners, The dream of all tribes shall be realized!"
The words spoken were long been said, but it echoed inside everyone's heads and they have repeated it with their hearts. No one would have expected that the Babaylan would just die like that.
"SHAMANS!" Elder Shana called out.
"ELDER!" And the Shamans responded.
"Today, Hamina died! The Babaylan's seat was vacated. You all heard what she said! I shall replace her as the new Babaylan!"
Elder Shana, although old, she was slightly younger than Hamina. Her words were outstretched and everyone had clearly heard her loud!
"WE PAY RESPECTS TO THE NEW BABAYLAN! CONGRATULATIONS BAYLAN SHANA!"
Shouting in unison, the group of remaining Shamans solemnly bowed to greet their new Babaylan.
'Hamina... I shall dutifully perform my duties to the best of my abilities. Rest in peace.' Elder Shana caressed her old friend's corpse that is beginning to turn cold.
