A massacre, or a coronation.
Looking down, there are silver apprentices floating on the sea of fog, golden travelers walking on the Rainstorm Continent, and Rainbow Explorers mingling in the dream-like crevices... They are the humble masses who can only lift their heads to gaze up at great deeds, their eyes reflecting starlight, setting the stage for this glorious coronation.
Looking up, there are gods in the shadows, arrogant and disdainful, envious and malicious, with killing intent emanating from them, yet all they can do is watch. Above the shadows, five great beings stand on the clouds, casting their gaze down as winds and storms, embracing the cruelty of the massacre.
All eyes are focused at the peak of Ruby Mountain. That figure, so familiar to Igula, stands beyond the mountaintop. Facing away from the viewpoint, Igula can't see his expression or who is before him, but he can vaguely make out the outline of a silhouette.
