"What a magnificent sight."
Watching the scene, Swein and the other onlookers could not help marveling.
"Of course it is. Several hundred million gold coins and hundreds of thousands of people's efforts went into it."
Quite a few people voiced their agreement.
At that moment, above the grand array, the immense mass of clouds formed a vortex that constantly absorbed the surrounding natural force. It conjured wind and thunder, producing all manner of phenomena capable of transforming the light of the sky.
For Atrelin's arcanists, expenditure and construction work on this scale were indeed enormous. They rarely had a chance to admire anything like it in an ordinary year.
Even the esteemed mages from a high magic civilization felt that way. The shock and fear of Tronia's natives were even harder to put into words.
It was no less spectacular than the showers of heavenly blossoms and surging golden lotuses described in the ancient classics.
Radiant clouds, wind and thunder, dragons and tigers, violet qi...
All proclaimed the principles of nature and the Great Dao.
The natives stared at it all in utter astonishment. Cries of amazement rang out constantly, and people knelt in worship from afar.
To them, this was a true miracle.
The more emotional among them had tears in their eyes.
As though something had stirred in their hearts, they were filled with countless inspirations. Years later, a wholly new religion would quietly arise upon this world's lands.
As time passed, Roland's chanting continued.
According to legend, the ancient forbidden spells and the earliest forms of magic often required chanting for days and nights, or even longer, before they could be cast.
Just as dancing originated in sacrificial rites, the vast majority of activities in human society likewise originated in primitive religious beliefs and humanity's fear of