"Let's name him!"
Prince Ira said.
Buddha paused thoughtfully.
"This is Mount Buluo!"
"Facing so many formidable enemies at birth, he will surely become a warrior. Let's call him Buluoluo Posha!"
"Yes!"
"The warrior born of Mount Buluo, Buluoluo Posha!"
Buddha said solemnly.
Having said that, he leaped into the air, charging towards the surging golden-armored soldiers.
...
City of Anjia.
Udoma stood atop the high platform of the Divine Temple, his hair slightly gray, his hands full of wrinkles tightly grasping a cane.
He tilted his head to listen, turning towards the direction outside the city.
Faintly, countless cries of battle, the clashing of chariots, the ping-pong of spears, the cracking sounds of necks snatched by ropes, and the explosive sound of blazing flames were incessant in his ears.
Bang bang bang!
Udoma's cane hammered urgently on the marble slab.
Sweat also flowed nonstop down his furrowed brow.
