The dragon wound through streets and alleys.
The young men's wheat-colored skin made them look strong and sturdy. Gongs and drums clamored as they danced with lifelike vigor, displaying the dragon's spirit and vitality. The giant dragon coiled and rolled, rising one moment and diving the next...
Bai Yujun filtered out the noisy clamor.
In a silent, soundless world, she watched the colors of the long dragon, focusing on its claws and belly.
"Fiery red..."
As the dragon dance soared and rolled, its underside was red.
A certain vague and peculiar intuition told Bai Yujun that something was amiss. It was not the dragon's own color. A custom passed down for countless years had its reasons in some respects. She could not determine what message the sacrifice wished to convey, only that it seemed related to fire. Back then, humanity must have seen something.
The color of fire, yet they worshipped the Sea Dragon King. It made no sense.
She stood by the wall, idly watching the spectacle.
The Raccoon Dog leaped onto the wall and padded over on cat feet, holding a dried little fish in its mouth and gnawing on it. Suddenly, a fair little hand shoved the Raccoon Dog aside and claimed all the dried fish.
"Dried sea fish tastes good. I need to stock up on more."
Perhaps this place was remote and close to the sea.
It was rare for a fishing village to remain far from disaster. Fishing at sea was dangerous, but the land was even more perilous. Goblins and Monsters slipped into the mortal realm, stirring hearts and fanning flames. Evil demons bred and seized the chance to wreak havoc. Those with sinister intentions longed for chaos in the mortal world, hoping to become heroes of Chaotic Times.
Hopefully, the bay's peace