"The division of the Land Amidst the Clouds? My and Alisa's child?..."
As the sun descends, a Flying Eagle sweeps over the mountain forests of Mistec, observing the rolling hills and valleys, emitting a distant cry. Despite the clamorous camps of the Samurai, the soaring call of the eagle resonates between heaven and earth, stirring a longing in the heart. Amidst the fading eagle cries, Xiulote straightens his back, shifting from a relaxed half-crossed leg position to a formal kneeling posture, his face expressing solemnity.
