Outside the border, once a land of a thousand miles of splendor, thereafter ravaged by the Demon Cult, bones exposed in wild fields, silent without chickens clucking.
Now, the call to return home meanders in this scar-laden land, amid the mountains, gradually reviving this lifeless world.
On the Nu River, hundreds of boats compete against the current, amidst dense sails, the call to return home sounds, heading upstream towards afar.
On the mountain paths, throngs of people like woven threads, bamboo sticks and straw shoes in hand, the people listen to the distant call over the river, singing vibrant mountain songs, joining the long procession, eagerly stepping on the path home.
As the sky gradually darkens, the sun sets between the mountains.
Far off, two thousand miles away in Qingshan County, and dozens of miles further in the mountain forests, roaring resounds.
Visible, several streaks of light dazzling in the night sky, headed towards the roaring sky.
