The night wind blew, and the candlelight flickered in the wind, illuminating the murals of the divine. The side hall was deep and quiet, with darkness hovering outside the firelight, devouring the corners of the walls. The candle silently burned, its shadows swaying back and forth, making the deities on the mural seem almost alive.
Xiulote sat silently, quietly waiting, sensing something. He lifted his head and glanced at the mural in the side hall. The Chief Divine in the center still shone brightly under the homage of the candlelight. In a corner, however, the God of Death was already hidden in the darkness, extending a long red tongue.
"Huh? Did I fall asleep?"
