O'Neal took out a roll of red cloth from the back of the Fire Crane and found a reasonably straight tree. He attached the cloth to the tree and shoved it into the moist land.
The crossmarked bloody dragon head and skull of a pig, insignias that revealed Richard's identity absolutely in the luminescent Beamon text of Emperor Polo, stood beneath this makeshift flagpole. Richard, now dressed in a moon-white ceremonial gown, had his lordly spirit of riots and tattoos hidden away. His gaze was tranquil yet wise, gentle yet elegant.
Gentle breezes swept by, dancing with his flowing hair and stirring the red flag. Timid shadows emerging from the caves gradually ventured further out, the number slowly increasing. Gradually, some spread their wings, hovering in the sky above the stone mountain, curiously observing Xu Dela and Gerein, then turning their gazes to Richard in his moon-white gown.
Richard couldn't help but reflect deeply.
