From Misu's perspective, after suddenly saying a few baffling things, Kahn had gone to the lakeside, sat cross-legged, and begun meditating. It was rather bewildering; she had no idea what he was trying to do.
A little while later, Kahn opened his eyes and smiled.
"She's here."
Who was here?
Before Misu could ask, the sight before her answered her question-
As Kahn's words fell, a mysterious change began to spread through the entire forest.
Countless patterns resembling faces appeared before their eyes, covering the trees, the grass, and various animals, including butterflies and bats.
These faces were abstract yet vivid, as though they were the faces of some living beings. The scene looked quite strange, yet inexplicably sacred, bringing a sense of peace to the heart.
Misu was no stranger to this.
She had already witnessed this strange sight five times. It heralded the arrival of the Mother of Faces. But then something new appeared before her, something she had never seen before.
An enormous Wolf Spirit appeared in their field of vision. After appearing, he sat by the lake and watched them quietly rather than lowering his head to drink as the records described.
Immediately afterward, masks bearing all manner of expressions floated up across the lake like souls. Soon, they covered its surface.
The lake water began to surge. Suddenly, a column of water rose from its center, finally taking the form of a towering body before them.
She spoke. "I am the Mother of Faces."
Shocked and excited, Misu bowed deeply with reverence.
"Thank you for coming, great Mother of Faces."
Like the other deities of the Spirit World, the Mother of Faces possessed an extraordinary appearance.
Her body was over ten meters tall, her lower half connected to the lake. Her upper half looked as