"Hmm!" Wrapped in a blanket woven from the Wolf God's Fur, Muria stepped out of the bedroom onto the adjoining balcony. He watched the half-risen sun on the horizon, yawned, and then stretched lazily with great satisfaction.
He felt an exceptional vitality within his Sea of Spirits. He had completed the most important transformation of his life, and he could now say with pride that he had truly come of age.
"The sun has risen, and a new day begins," Muria looked up at the rising sun with boundless joy. He felt incredibly comfortable, warm all over, with powerful energies circulating inside his body. However, he restrained every ounce of this power within himself, not letting any spill outside.
"It seems that the Epics' negotiations have concluded," Muria looked toward where the Holy Light Continent once was, founded on the thousands of Cloud Cities. It was empty, the grand and vast cities were no longer there.
