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This was a dim cave, with torches mounted on the cave walls casting flickering shadows throughout the cavern.
On both sides of the cave were rough murals depicting the tales of the thousand-year divine war—a legendary story of the gods uniting to severely wound the World Tree and the elven civilization, passed down through generations in the Half-Beast tribes.
In the center of the cave stood an altar built from skulls.
On the altar rested a crude statue of a god, none other than Uller, the god of winter and hunting.
In front of Uller's statue, an elderly one-eyed Half-Beast dressed in a gray priest robe knelt in devout prayer.
The silent cave echoed with only the solemn and dignified sound of prayer.
Suddenly, the statue radiated a misty glow, illuminating the previously dark cave with a brilliant light.
The one-eyed Half-Beast trembled as he raised his head, his gaze at the statue filled with fervor and disbelief...
"An oracle... it's an oracle..."