His expression brightened with joy, and he shouted, "I heard it," then immediately fell to his knees.
Following his lead, everyone in the Seed District eagerly bowed their bodies in the direction of the Holy Mountain.
Only Ogg turned his back to the Holy Mountain, removing the letter from the owl's claw.
But his face showed little joy, filled more with worry.
He had lost count of how many letters Hewinia had sent him.
At first, Hewinia only sent a letter every few days, but now it was once a day, even once every half day.
It seemed as if she was desperately trying to accomplish something.
"Miss Hewinia..." Ogg looked worriedly at the Holy Mountain, revered by all, and murmured, "Please don't let anything happen."
...
"It's getting closer."
The Dean stood in front of the Eternal Sound Hall, watching the firelight gradually approaching from the foot of the mountain.
Each time an orchestra finished its performance, a magic torch would be ignited.
