In front of this waterfall, which seemed like a fissure to the world itself, countless people converged.
Some were in groups, others were lone fighters, riding all sorts of bizarre beasts, and there were also pilgrims.
The pilgrims sat cross-legged, palm to palm with each other, swaying their bodies, singing an extremely ancient song.
"Earth rises at my will, forests transform into houses, yellow sands flap as wings, maturity assails all, and life persists beyond death."
"Light weaves into cages, wind captures all things."
"I hear the era contending against me."
"Thus—"
"I set the Morning Star ablaze, twilight anchors, and I cast my anchor in this moment."
"I crown myself, becoming the master of the world, I am the king of wind and light."
The pilgrims chanted this song over and over.
