Island in the lake.
The ritual unfolded fervently under the storm, accompanied by the crashing of ocean waves and the rumble of thunder.
Ah Duo hovered by the High Priest, gazing at her with concern.
Recently, due to overusing her prophetic abilities, her health had deteriorated significantly. Though she was fifty, she now appeared as an old woman.
The High Priest looked calmly at the surface of the water.
Yet, with Ah Duo's eyesight, all she could see were inky black waves surging, and nothing else.
"High Priest, perhaps we should return and rest."
"I must wait here for the executor. He will surely appear, riding a dragon, pursuing the giant whale, donned in myriad streaks of light, like the Thunder God..."
Hearing the High Priest's increasingly far-fetched words, Ah Duo couldn't help but turn her head away.
Suddenly, she noticed something appear on the water's surface.
