"Chief Divine bears witness! The dead giants transform into mountains and islands, the remnants of the Divine Blood turn into warm springs... Could this legend of the giants in the Ancestral Islands be the origin of the Unanga people's ancestors, a divinity bestowed upon them by the Chief Divine?..."
The sun emerged from the clouds, illuminating the distant icebergs. Those dazzling rays were always so pure and bright, as if carrying a kind of divinity that people longed for.
"The light of divinity, the light of the Chief Divine!..."
Scholar Miki stood on tiptoe, squinting his eyes, gazing at the dazzling snow-capped mountains at noon, his face full of piety and yearning. His gaze was reluctant to move until his eyes began to tear up from the bright light, then he slowly closed them, silently praying in his heart.
"Praise the Chief Divine! Praise you, the bright and majestic holy glow that guides us forever!..."
