"Praise the Supreme Main God! Praise the Divine Revelation of Your Majesty!…"
"Uwa! The Chief Divine is high in the sky! The Great Great Chieftain is high on the peak!…"
"The Divine Mountain of the Ancestors, sits the Great Great Chief God! His firstborn is the Great Great Chieftain!…"
The red sun was setting in the west, and the sky was gradually darkening. On the Kamchatka Peninsula in November, it gets dark very early, and the nighttime temperature can drop a few degrees below zero. The Kingdom's Warriors and Tribal Sailors gathered around the lit campfire, eating meat and drinking soup, loudly praising and blessing. Various shouts and songs of joy spread out over the cold seaside. Although the languages of the sailors from various tribes were not the same, their joy and their animated gestures at this moment were heartfelt and evident!
