Under the Golden Tent, the Tatar generals and commanders gazed from afar at a scene that looked like the end of the world, every face ash-grey.
The distance was too great; they could not see what was actually happening, and could only use their meager imagination, piecing it together with the Wusun Shaman's few words to picture that battle between beings that were practically "gods."
"Body merged with Heaven's will, calling thunder and summoning lightning, exhaling to make rain, clumping earth into mountains, cutting wood into soldiers... Khokhokhu, you arrogant 'sky‑piercing shaman'—who would have thought you were actually worthy of the title!"
Only a Legendary figure like the Wusun Shaman could barely glimpse a few details of the battle.
