The skies hung low and heavy, and the grand hall was solemn and expansive. The light of the sun was swallowed, leaving only a faint halo. The slightly chubby Uguel's face was flushed, he raised one hand high, looked at the saluting crowd, and a wide grin spread across his lips. Then, with a flicker of expression, he looked towards the calm Elder, praying devoutly.
"May the Chief Divine protect us! May the Elder stay healthy and forever shield the Alliance!"
In the Chief Great Hall, praising the immortal elder is a duty. All the Elders bowed their heads and prayed together to the long-lived man who was like a divine spirit.
"May the Chief Divine protect us! May the Elder stay healthy and forever shield the Alliance!"
The Elder nodded lightly, a slight smile appearing on his exceedingly rosy face. His gaze was calm and profound, witnessing the vicissitudes of the world and countless rises and falls.
