The clouds rolled, the eastern sea breeze carried moist vapor; the mountains layered, the southern rainforest was particularly lush and dense.
At this moment, the faint scent of blood lingered among the towering temples. Most of the once exalted Rain Divine Priests had turned into fallen corpses, their souls journeying to the Divine Kingdom in the clouds. In the ancient temple, the tall Rain Divine sat on the Throne of the Gods. He silently gazed with deep golden eyes at these heavily armored northern warriors and the barbarian soldiers from the wilderness they had never seen before.
