"Muluke Alashanwa! I am the ancient Ancestor descending from the Divine Mountain! I am your loving mother, and the mother of the entire Mountain Part!..."
"Muluke Alashanwa! Oh, my children, children of my bloodline! I gaze northward from the Divine Mountain, filled with fury: I see the land of the Mountain Part's Ancestor Spirit, the ancient land, is occupied by those evil Rokube!!..."
"Muluke Alashanwa! With the Divine Mountain as my witness, this is the wedding gathering of the Mountain Part, a blood-colored sacrifice must be made to the Divine Mountain and me!... You must reclaim the land occupied by the Rokube, kill those invading Rokube, and take the head of the Deer Moss River Chieftain!!..."
The December ice wind blows from the far north, crossing twelve hundred miles of snowy plains and Ice Sea. In the far south of the Peninsula, at the foot of the towering Divine Mountain, the camp of the Hot Spring Mountain Part is solemnly silent.
