Han Yu had never seen a Beastkin like this man.
The features differed.
The bat murals around the village suddenly returned to his mind.
He slowly looked toward the wall carvings.
The same creature.
Bat body.
Human face.
Sharp fangs.
Smiling expression.
Was this man connected to that being?
A descendant?
A worshipper?
Han Yu could not continue thinking.
The man began moving. He stood at the center of the corpses. His hands slowly spread. Then he began chanting.
His voice echoed through the chamber.
"O Ancestor of Frozen Wings…"
"O First One who drank from the Eternal Spring…"
"O Great Ancestor whose smile outlasted death…"
"O Lord beneath the hidden frost…"
"O Keeper of the laughing souls…"
"Hear the blood within your child…"
"Hear the yearning buried in flesh…"
"See the longing concealed beneath this frozen face…"
"I offer remembrance…"
"I offer devotion…"
"I offer the joy of those who departed…"
"Let the smiling waters awaken…"
