He could only chant along now, as the words of what he now assumed was an ancient language entered his mind and mysteriously cleansed his mind of all murderous thoughts, making him worship whatever mysterious entity that the chant was being sung to in extreme depression. Tears quickly started falling down his face as he made his way back home.
As he was chanting along, he slowly concluded that the chant may be some sort of ancient prayer that seemed to call a divine being for help.
The emotions of everyone around him seemed to affect him as they sang the chant in sadness. It seemed years of fear and oppression had made the citizens of the kingdom miserable, and the blood rain was the catalyst that made them sing the chant of their forefathers in fear and sadness. He even felt the sound of the chant come from far away the more he walked, as if every person on the planet and beyond were all currently singing along, in sadness as well.
Back at the little house in the Peaceful Shiler District of Yearning Peace City, hours before he left with Hui Shi, and Annette to the hero recruitment office, Lain was busy sleeping, when his eyes opened abruptly. The iris of his eyes and his hair strangely turned blood red in color, the moment he woke up. The air within the room he was in also started to reek of blood.
For some reason, something woke him up from deep sleep. Something he hadn't heard in a very long time, the sound of chanting in a language that he couldn't understand but knew very well. It was a sound that he grew up listening to occasionally.
The sadness that he felt from the chant made him weep in sadness as well. Tears fell down his blood red eyes as he sat on the bed in depression. Slowly as he was overwhelmed by the feeling of sadness, he determined in his heart that he would find a way to help the people that were chanting within his heart wherever they were. Something within him wouldn't allow him to sit idly by while those people suffered. He reasoned that they needed him, and so he must help them. He must help his people.
After coming to that conclusion, he also slowly started chanting along in sorrow as well. He spent the rest of the night awake, quietly chanting sorrowfully in a language that he had never understood since he was born, yet was too familiar with. "Kskjf ljl4l fslk soerejt….."
Somewhere in a distant cold world, a young lady with blood colored hair, dressed in a pink, long-sleeved shirt, and blue shorts sang a chant in an ancient language as she sat at the sharp peak of a frozen ice mountain, swaying gently back and forth. Her eyes which were blood red in color wept in sadness as she sang the chant softly. "Kskjf ljl4l fslk soerejt….."
As she continued singing, she slowly determined within her mind that she must help her people. 'The calling of my Divine Father. My people need me. So I must find and help them as soon as possible.' She thought in her head, as the chanting continued to escape from her mouth.