Resonating with the [Golden Beacon] was nowhere near as spectacular as they had imagined.
They had expected to hear the regrets or confusion of the souls within the beacon, or perhaps have a soul leap out and declare, "The Golden Country betrayed us." None of those suspenseful scenes actually came to pass.
The whole process was peaceful-
When they pressed their palms against the beacon, a warm current flowed through their fingers from its radiance.
Tang and Shalti faintly heard the bustle of a city. Rows of towering skyscrapers seemed to appear before their eyes: ancient fragments of memory that remained within the Golden Country, the shared crystallization of the countless souls wandering through the beacon.
Then a gilded hue appeared in both his and Shalti's eyes:
"So... does that make us citizens of the Golden Country now?"
Shalti nodded uncertainly, then shook her head:
"I don't feel any different."
"What difference could there be? In human terms, you've merely gained a 'certificate of residence.'"
Anduin snorted and stepped through the ruins near the beacon, seemingly searching for something.
"And the most useless kind, at that, just like you. All it proves is that you went to all that trouble to join a pile of 'ruins.'" Tang considered this, then shook his head. "Not necessarily. After all, you were slaves of the Golden Country. As one of its citizens, perhaps I could have you call me master."
"That was in the past! We're free now, and we hadn't even been born back in the age when our kind were enslaved!"
Anduin glared at Tang, exhaling foul green mist through his nostrils. It forced Tang to move a little closer to Shalti-the lavender fragrance she gave off could dispel the stench.
"So you admit I could have been your master back