The abrupt downpour gradually ceased, leaving the earth profound and serene, with only the flowing streams merging into the Great Lake. As the clouds in the sky slowly dispersed, sunlight streamed through the gaps, piercing through the translucent holes to fall upon the Stone Hall. The pure light shone upon the ancient slabs, igniting the tales of past kingdoms in the heart of the King.
Xiulote gazed at the dust-covered Heritage Slab, silent and still. In the ancient Stone Hall, void of wind, the breaths of only a handful of people decided the paths of tens or even hundreds of millions.
The learned elder observed the contemplative young monarch, a sharp light twinkling in his eyes. And a few steps behind, the Head Warrior was silently watching him. It wasn't until Xiulote made a gesture to continue that Jatili moved toward the rear of the hall.