Night fell deeply, and darkness seeped in through the window, pressing down on the room so heavily that it was hard to breathe. The candlelight flickered, temporarily dispelling the night outside the side hall, bringing in a touch of light.
The grandfather and grandson sat close together, dressed in casual clothes. An old face bore a faint smile, while a young one showed deep sadness. After a long period of stillness, their expressions gradually restrained, the surging emotions hidden away.
"Xiulote, my child. To see you grow up with my own eyes, to see you brave and decisive... my heart is filled with pride and comfort."
The High Priest Xutel's expression was calm, with a smile at the corner of his mouth.
"Soon, I will be able to see you get married, to see you continue the family line... it is truly joyous, and I have no more regrets!"
Xiulote pressed his lips together, prostrated himself on the ground, and saluted his grandfather.
