The Priest Grand Hall shimmered with golden light, and the volcanic rock ceiling reflected a blood-red hue. The Sun Hummingbird sculpture of the Chief Divine stood tall, seemingly benevolent yet mercilessly overlooking all life.
The muffled voice of the High Priest softly fell upon Xiulote's ears, causing him to shiver. Xiulote looked up and exclaimed in surprise.
"Grandfather, you..."
"We'll talk when we get back!"
The High Priest waved his hand, his expression unchanged, then affectionately patted Xiulote on the shoulder.
"My child, keep your heart at peace, and stay with me to handle today's matters first."
Observing this, Xiulote silently nodded, standing by the side and waiting patiently. He had too many confusions, too many things to understand about everything that happened today.
