"The immortal sun has set... The uncle who shone upon me since childhood for thirty-seven years has fallen!"
Cries echoed in the grand tent, and sorrow spread among the crowd. After a moment, Aweit came to his senses, with grief appearing on his face and tears streaming down.
Upon hearing of the fall of the immortal sun, it was as if witnessing the collapse of the Divine Mountain, his heart suddenly emptied, losing a towering Divine Tree he could rely on. He recalled Uncle Trakel Er's dignified teachings, reminiscent of Grandfather Montezuma's appearance and smile, and the reverence from childhood, unable to restrain the sorrow...
The mature King suddenly turned around, facing away from the crowd. He cried out angrily, like a Fierce Tiger mourning the loss of a parent!
"Wuwu! Roar! Wuwu!..."
The mournful sorrowful cry was heard from the tent of the Northern Route Army, carrying the low growl of the Jaguar, yet like the lament of an eagle, both painful and majestic!
"Ah!..."
