Elf High Priest Shamiel slowly ascended the stage.
A gentle breeze swept by.
Elf High Priest Shamiel's hair fluttered in the wind.
When Elf High Priest Shamiel reached the top of the Sacrificial Altar, her expression solemn, the tens of thousands of Clan members below—the Elf and Dwarf Clans returned from the War, and the Goblin, Elf, and Dwarf Clans who had remained in the Divine Realm—all fixed their brilliant gazes upon the stage.
"People of our God!"
Elf High Priest Shamiel's voice was amplified by Magic, spreading throughout the central part of the Divine Realm.
"Today, we gather here not only to commemorate our victory, but also to mourn our casualties."
"These mountains of Giant Beast remains,
these fallen Warriors of the Alien Races,
they were all our enemies in the War,
barriers that blocked the God of Nature's radiance from shining upon all peoples!"
