The skies were dark. It was already sundown.
Tonight, the Ancestral Baptism was going to begin. Within the gorge in the Skyrite Mountains, Linley was patiently waiting. Just a short while later, Linley saw a warrior dressed in azure armor fly over from the air.
“Who is Linley!” The azure armored warrior shouted.
Linley felt a surge of joy. He immediately went up to greet the man.
“I am Linley.” Linley laughed. The azure armored warrior glanced at Linley. After a short, careful scrutinization, he couldn’t help but frown and bark, “Stop joking around. Everyone who goes to the Ancestral Baptism is less than a century old. You are a God. Can it be that you are less than a century old? Quick, go have Linley come out.”
Linley didn’t know whether to laugh or to cry. It seemed as though he had been taken for an imposter.
