[Prophet, we wish to meet you]
In the haze of a shallow dream, Ian heard this voice.
He keenly perceived that the speaker was none other than the legendary Forest Ocean Spirit of the Redwood Natives, who only descended upon the "Chosen One" to deliver divine messages.
Why was he chosen? Why would he, a White Folk exiled to South Ridge, draw the attention of the Redwood Natives' Ritual Spirit?
Moreover, judging by the voice, it seemed to be very familiar with him, even knowing of Ian's identity as a prophet.
This was indeed very intriguing—of course, Ian readily agreed, setting off early and arriving at the Great Redwood Forest west of Harrison Port.
Although the Redwood Natives had been subdued by Harrison Port, and the chiefs of various tribes had sworn loyalty to Viscount Grant, the Great Redwood Forest was far from being completely controlled by the Imperial People… Rather, this primordial forest had accommodated everyone within it from the very start.
