East Sea City, Magical Golem Sect, God's Weeping Lake Coast.
A new day has arrived. The dawn of the Sun showers the vast plain in pale gold, mingled with the tender green of fresh grass. The lake surface of God's Tear Lake also glistens, resembling a teardrop-shaped nugget of gold.
The disciples of the Golem Sect Headquarters are beginning their daily work and tasks.
Hardly have they stepped out of the main gate when they hear, coming from the direction of God's Tear Lake, a series of roaring noises like thunder, causing the ground to tremble faintly. The stirring, almost imperceptible currents blend into the wind, making the gusts on this plain stronger than usual, fluttering the corners of their garments.
