In a corner of Erbil City.
Three to five oddly shaped humanoid ceramics stood in the open-air alkali pool. Although they appeared lifeless, like dead objects, their voices, either deep or sharp, resonated continuously on a spiritual level.
"My brothers, have you heard? The newly born 'Bright Silver' is truly a lucky one. Without any meritorious deeds, he was directly assigned by Your Majesty to the Cyan Porcelain Knight's Knight Order."
"There's nothing to envy about. A strong brother born close to Tier 4 deserves such treatment.
Our forms in this life are rewards from the Lam God for our achievements in the past life.
As long as we accomplish more in this life, when we reach the end of our life and return to the [Fire of Creation], one day we will return to this world in a new form."
"Indeed, in this home blessed by the Lam God for the Ceramic People, only by purifying all flesh creatures can we win the favor of the Main God and become like 'Bright Silver' in the next life!
