The song was not in the language of the Vilt Kingdom, nor was it in Phlanis, and certainly not the Ancient Xien Language known to the nobles.
It was a peculiar melody, like the telepathic communication of the four Wizards—a language that reached directly into the depths of the soul.
And so, everyone understood it.
Whether it was the high and mighty Pope, Legends, and nobles, the commoners cowering amidst the ruins, or the suffering souls struggling in the floodwaters as the Withering Wind stole their life force, the song manifested in their consciousness as clearly as a brand.
But to hear the words was not necessarily to understand their full meaning.
It was like facing an advanced mathematics textbook written in one's native tongue. Every word was familiar, the sentence structure clear, yet not everyone could grasp the meaning contained within.
What the commoners felt was more of an impact—an emotional and symbolic one.
