Holy Fire Sacrificial Ground.
The King distinctly felt that unique vibration of Spiritual Energy, the breath of life newly emerged from its cocoon, immersing him in its delights and making him reluctant to awaken for a long time.
This was the King's happiest moment.
Every newly born Guardian carried with them the hopes of Trolian.
Witnessing their appearance was like watching the sunrise, heartwarming and exhilarating.
The King was pleased.
So much so that he missed the words of the Great Priest Megan, and it wasn't until the First Elder Amendo had coughed thrice that he returned to his senses.
"Alright, alright, Amendo, you don't need to cough anymore. Every time your throat rattles, I feel like your lungs are about to burst out."
Every wrinkle on Amendo's face spelt displeasure.
