"What just happened?"
Selad vaguely sensed the shock that had come from deep within his heart. He pondered it carefully, feeling a strange sense of loss.
Before long, a subordinate came to report, "Chief, the high priestess asks you to come."
"What is it?" Selad picked up the great axe beside him and asked.
Ever since converting to the worship of Headless War God Xingtian, he had changed his weapon.
"There seems to have been an earthquake near the altar just now."
Selad paused at the news, then strode outside.
At the altar, a figure stood facing the headless statue of Xingtian, her expression grave.
She was Selad's wife, the tribe's high priestess, Madlan Mata.
"What happened?"
Before long, Selad's voice came from behind her.
Madlan glanced back at him. Seeing that the attendants had withdrawn, she said solemnly, "I sensed a deity's presence just now. Xingtian, the god of war we worship... has manifested!"
"Xingtian manifested?"
A somewhat peculiar look appeared on Selad's face.
As the ruler of the tribe, his faith...
Was not actually all that firm.
But this was a world of magic. Deities descending and manifesting before mortals were nothing extraordinary.
He suddenly felt rather like someone who admired dragons only until a real one appeared.
"Can you contact him?" Selad asked cautiously, choosing his words with care.
"Perhaps I have yet to receive his grace. I cannot obtain a response for now, but my faith tells me he is to the south, somewhere around Savaran!"
High Priestess Madlan told him.
"It may be a divine incarnation descending into the world, or perhaps a divine artifact connected to him...
But whatever it is, we must secure it and bring it back!
Fate itself is offering us a revelation. This will be our chance to receive his