The deathly silence of the room was shrouded in darkness, dissipating all signs of life. The distant divine smoke swirled around, guiding souls to the Divine Kingdom. Through the ceiling of the room, one could see the lightless night sky, with even the stars hidden.
"Creak..."
The wooden door gently opened, and a shadow silently entered. Using the faint light from the corridor, he quietly observed the sleeping elder. Then, he stepped forward, squatted down, and carefully checked for breathing.
"Sigh..."
Cevali, whose face was always like a sculpture, finally let out a low sigh. He stood up, solemnly bowed to the High Priest's body, then silently left again, taking a yellow-lidded clay pot with him.
The wooden door closed once more, and time flowed in the darkness. It was not until late into the night, nearing midnight, that a middle-aged trusted aide came quickly to serve the High Priest for rest.
"Family Head..."
