The broken dew, which had been floating in the mid-air of Mount Siredar, had now broken apart. Like a burst of light-filled with sparkling dust. The explosion spread and also expanded, coiled, and then seemed to envelop a creature.
The stomping wind had completely stopped, leaving behind a mountain song that sounded quite complicated. Most of them were about the praises of the emperor, as well as the universe and the ancestors. The song was a dedication melody, which was then echoed by the trees, rocks, and even the ground. They had their version of singing.
"Who is that?" Sauler grimaced in the middle of his whole body that felt crushed. He thought maybe even his body had been torn apart, split into several pieces. His head was still on the ground, flat and in a straight line.
