The morning prayers resonated in the Lake Capital City, singing praises of the Chief Divine's brilliance. Faint smoke rose into the sky, transforming into mystical shapes that narrated the omens of the divine.
Xiulote conversed briefly, then left his grandfather's bedroom. He raised his head, standing in the vast High Priest's Mansion, gazing at the cloudy sky. The fate of mortals is like the drifting smoke, scattering into the grand era's firmament, henceforth unable to control their destiny...
After a few seconds, the young king smiled calmly. He glanced at Bertade and Nashu standing on either side and instructed in a deep voice.
"Let's go to the Priesthood's prison and judge the fate of the rebels!"
"As your will commands!"
Under the escort of dozens of Imperial Guard Warriors, Xiulote stepped forward briskly, leaving the High Priest's Mansion within two steps. The group headed towards the Great Temple, arriving at the Priesthood's prison after a quarter of an hour.
