Ooooo———
The melodious sound of a war horn traveled from afar, awakening Muria, who was meditating in his palace. He slowly opened his eyes, showing a hint of resignation, then closed them again.
Around his body, more than ten spirit flows, black and red like serpentine coils, slithered around him before they all surged into his body.
Muria concluded his meditation for the day because once the military horn sounded, continuing his meditation would double the difficulty.
Over the years, he had heard these war horns many times—sometimes once a month, and other times, the longest span being six months. Each sounding of the horn marked the beginning of a war.
Muria had grown accustomed to and understood these frequent wars. Given the countless nations in this region, any trivial matter could ignite a conflict.
