The dying sun pierced from west to east across the entire horizon, as if the world was ablaze.
This sight was so horrifying it chilled the bone, the sky oozed a murky red, swallowing the six hills of Pasofilo, and the area was engulfed in fiery red.
Hiris, with eyes wide open, witnessed this grandiose yet terrible spectacle and the artisan couldn't help but think,
Is this Father expressing His anger?
The God of Mountains and Crafts shivered involuntarily. First, He looked at Laren and Utus, then at Xilan, clad as a Disciple, and pity and sympathy naturally arose within Him.
Now Father has sent this man, but what is he, after all? He's not even a Prophet, just His disciple. What could such a mortal mean in the presence of us Divine Beings?
