After the Priests were trained, the Beast God closed the Divine Temple of Myriad Beasts City. Everyone returned to their respective tribes and became the Priest of their own tribe. After I was granted immortality, I, too, became a true High Priest. The Priests respected me, and the Beastmen adored me.
As for me, aside from my hair growing longer and my feathers growing longer, my appearance ceased to change. I watched flowers bloom and wither, saw infants grow old and die. I watched females court me, watched their children and grandchildren fill their homes. Gradually, I came to understand a terrifying emotion—loneliness. No matter how many roads I walked or how many people I met, no matter whether I became friends with anyone or helped many gain their respect, in the end, all these Beastmen would turn to dust. And yet, I remained alive.
