The magnificent twilight enveloped the summit's royal tent. The flowing wolf banner stood tall like a pine tree. Among the entire alliance camp, only Aweit's Divine King's flag was taller and grander than Xiulote's Prophet flag. All of this indicated Xiulote's status, just like his unique dark ritual robe, adorned with wolf spirit hummingbirds and engraved with divine runes.
Inside the royal tent, the forbidden soldiers stood with axes, the escort meticulously guarding. Xiulote sat at the head, a table positioned in the middle. Across from him, Doctor Caisan was trembling, her body tense, heart pounding with anxiety, not daring to speculate about the divine and mysterious young "Great Shaman Prophet". She knelt and bowed forcefully in front of the table, using mixed ancient Korean and Han language, presenting herself humbly like meeting an emissary from a higher nation, and respectfully pleaded.
"I am Korea's Doctor Caisan, humbly greeting the lord, wishing the lord peace!"
