Ganixi, draped in beast skins and bird feathers and holding a beast bone spear, quietly stepped onto the high platform. His presence already signaled Foundation Establishment. The brilliant morning sun draped over his body, casting specks of gold that made him seem like a deity descended to earth.
Below the high platform, an endless expanse of Shanyue worshippers knelt devoutly and peacefully; hope and light filled their eyes. The hundred years of chaos and disorder plaguing Shanyue were about to end, as this king would usher them into a new era.
Unlike the fervent excitement of those below, Ganixi's eyes were filled with irony and disdain. He stood stiffly on the high platform, coldly surveying the kneeling Shanyue below.
"Ganixi, it's time,"
spoke an old witch doctor holding a beast head scepter, clad in a black robe, his voice hoarse. His aura was that of someone at the peak of Foundation Establishment. His gravelly voice drifted into Ganixi's ears.
