The comet shines with light and has a tail; in the land it heads towards, there will be war and bloodshed. This omen is inauspicious, and within three months, disaster will strike.
This is the prophecy Zheng Qing heard on the Qingming Festival night from the elders of the Uteyama tribe—more precisely, it is a prophecy written in a poetic style.
At this moment, this prophetic verse, recorded by Zheng Qing on a parchment, quietly lies on a long table. The Fishman Elder Priest for 'Yagneg' is staring with its cloudy blue-grey eyes, meticulously examining each character on the parchment.
