The sky hung low and heavy, the great hall solemn and vast, swallowing even the sun's radiance and leaving only a faint halo behind. The plump Uger's face glowed red as he raised one hand high, looked at the bowing crowd, and split his mouth in a broad grin. Then his expression shifted. He looked to the calm Elder and offered a devout blessing.
"May the Main God protect us! May The Elder be healthy, and forever protect the Alliance!"
In the chief hall, praising the immortal Elder was only proper. All the elders lowered their heads and, facing the old man whose longevity was like a god's, prayed in unison.
"May the Main God protect us! May The Elder be healthy, and forever protect the Alliance!"
The elder nodded faintly, a slight smile appearing on his especially ruddy face. His gaze was calm and profound, as if it had read all the vicissitudes of the world and witnessed countless rises and falls.
At this moment, he watched the many elders with their differing thoughts, his eyes pausing on each face in turn, as though he had seen completely through every one of them. This old man, who had held the Alliance in his grasp for more than half a century, quietly pondered the situation after his death. After thinking for a while, he recalled a story he had heard from someone's lips, then spoke again, deciding the Alliance's new balance of power.
"Uger shall be High Priest, while also serving as chief priest. Three Deputy High Priests shall also be established; together with the High Priest, they shall form the High Priest Council Meeting, casting lots to decide the Alliance's major affairs! The chief priest has two lots, and the three Deputy High Priests have one lot each. If