Suddenly, everything became clear.
As if a realization dawned upon him, Liu Zhenhan finally understood why he had struggled to advance in his war songs... Severe battles were not the only way to progress in war songs; a second form was equally viable. Wildfires that scorched the plains could bring new life, and so could the silent nurturing rains of spring.
If the war god, Kampas, truly existed in the shadows, would he bless me and bring millions of Cave Dwellers of the Underground World into a peaceful existence? Would that not be the most direct manifestation of Shamanism? Staring at the rising smoke from the wilderness and the joyful laughter of children, Liu Zhenhan was silent for a long, long time, his previously vague worldview suddenly clearing as if the dense fog before him had lifted.
He suddenly felt a strong desire to sing a war song out loud, but he deliberately suppressed this urge.
A war song, both aged and slightly graceful, now resonated silently in his heart.
