By the hot spring, amidst the ancient forest, the white egrets fly high above the clouds, and the wild foxes cry softly among the grass. Armor-clad Imperial Guard Warriors wielding war clubs vigilantly patrol the perimeter. The noble ones gather around the dying stag, pondering and discussing, breathing new life into traditional Witch Doctor practices.
Nashu stood tall, her features refined and serene. Upon hearing the command from His Highness, she solemnly nodded, took a step with her long legs, and approached the dissected stag. Then, she extended her slender right hand, unbothered by the blood before her, and precisely grasped the dagger.
"Your Highness, Princess. According to the priestly tradition, every part of our body strictly corresponds with the days of the calendar. Within our bodies, the enlightenment of fate resides, connecting with the entire world."
