Yalaso is a mountain.
When Anna saw this pile of gold, she thought of that word.
Though it's not very tall, it evokes a sense of reverence; standing before it, one feels remarkably insignificant.
Wealth is power!
At this moment, Anna firmly believed in this saying.
She slowly walked to the edge of the gold pile, stroking one of the gold bricks.
The surface of the gold brick isn't smooth, nor does it have any patterns or polishing like the small gold bars sold in stores.
These gold bricks have trapezoidal cross-sections, their surfaces are untreated, yet they still emit a dazzling golden glow.
Her fingers gently caress the gold brick, feeling its weight without needing to lift it.
It's a hard-to-describe sensation, like touching another layer of cold skin—but you don't fear it; instead, you relish the touch.
Along with it comes a sense of reassurance.
Magical power; perhaps this is one reason why "deities" are fond of gold.
