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Chief Saulrak's voice softened as he said, "Soulgear, you need to learn to relax. A bow that is tense all day will eventually break." Soulgear sighed helplessly, feeling the heavy pressure. He admitted, "Tribal chief, lately when I guard the crystal, I keep having various warnings in my dreams at night, but I have no idea what to do."
Afterwards, Soulgear turned to Glo'Mok and with a hint of apology in his smile, he admitted that he had been rude just now. He said, "Son of the shaman, I should have been more rational just now. I'm sorry." Glo'Mok smiled and said it was okay.
Following that, Chief Saulrak asked Glo'Mok if there were any more hints in his dreams. Glo'Mok tried to remember and then nodded. He recounted his grandmother's prophecy: "Crystar will face destruction, power will crumble once again, and you are not ready!"
After hearing this, the three fell silent for a moment. Chief Saulrak furrowed his brow and said, "The situation seems rather grim."
He continued, "Soulgear, you must inform the representatives of other races about this omen during the upcoming preservation ritual. Perhaps only by the four races cooperating again can we confront the impending crisis."
Soulgear nodded in agreement, understanding that it was time to awaken the consciousness of the four major races, coming together closely to protect the peace of the Aldoria Continent.
Chief Saulrak thought for a moment and decided to keep today's events confidential. He said to Soulgear and Glo'Mok: "Let's not disclose today's events to the public for now. The current situation is still unclear, and hasty disclosure will only lead to public panic."
Soulgear and Glo'Mok nodded in understanding. The tribal chief then said to Soulgear: "I'm leaving the shaman's son in your hands, so your problems won't be a problem anymore."
Soulgear looked deeply into Glo'Mok's eyes, nodded silently, indicating willingness to take on the responsibility. Even though he himself was not willing, he knew it was not the time to complain.
Tribal chief then waved his hand, signaling that the two could leave. As they stepped outside the tent, Soulgear said to Glo'Mok, "Prepare what you need in three hours and meet at the 'Shadow Valley.' I want to see your current condition."
Shadow Valley is a secluded place, usually only visited by high-level shamans. It is also a symbol of shamanic power and wisdom. Glo'Mok didn't know what he was up to, but for now, he could only nod in agreement. Then the two of them returned to their respective dwellings to prepare for the upcoming journey.
Glo'Mok busily packed his belongings inside his tent. He picked up a small wooden box from a corner and gently opened it, revealing shamanic ritual items including mysterious runes, dried herbs, and some small ritual tools. These items represented his shamanic identity and were important companions on his journey.
Then, he packed some simple dry rations and a water pouch into his backpack to prepare for possible food shortages. He also prepared some clean cloth for bandaging wounds or covering his body for warmth. Next, he selected a few sets of clean clothes, carefully folded them, and placed them in his bag. Glo'Mok reminisced about the time he spent in this tent with his grandmother Malaya, filled with wise teachings and mysterious rituals.
His tent was empty, as if it hadn't been inhabited for a long time. Glo'Mok felt a wave of loneliness, but he also knew that it was time to set out for the future of the tribe. He gently checked his gear once more and bid farewell to his little home.
He then bid farewell to his friends. When Glo'Mok said goodbye to Balk, Rixen, and others, they shook hands and exchanged heartfelt blessings. Balk held Glo'Mok's shoulder with his large hand and said, "You are our pride, Glo'Mok. Go and fulfill your mission. We will be here waiting for your triumphant return."
Rixen also joined in, his gentle smile filled with anticipation. "Don't forget your friends, Glo'Mok. Whatever happens, we believe in you."
Glo'Mok felt their friendship and support, and his heart was filled with gratitude. He promised them that he would do his best to complete this mission, and then bid farewell to these close friends.
With his bag on his back, Glo'Mok set out on the journey to the "Shadow Valley." It was a path full of unknown challenges, but he knew he was not alone; his destiny was closely linked to the entire tribe. With a firm belief, he took strong steps towards the goal, preparing to meet "Crystar Soulgear" and face the challenges of the future together.
Glo'Mok set foot on the road to "Shadow Valley" and quickly felt the change in the environment. The once vast plains and leisurely grasslands gradually turned into a region covered in shadows. The sky became gloomy, with thick clouds blocking the sunlight, shrouding the entire place in a gloomy atmosphere.
Along the way, he crossed through dense forests, where the treetops were tightly connected, almost completely blocking out the sunlight, creating a dense forest shadow. The branches and leaves of the trees rustled in the breeze, as if countless voices were whispering.
As he ventured deeper into the forest, he began to feel an eerie presence around him. Strange sounds emanated from the thickets, as if whispered by creatures hidden in the darkness. According to tribal legends, this "Shadow Valley" is filled with mysterious and unknowable forces, often attracting all sorts of peculiar beings.
It is precisely the mysterious and unknowable forces within this "Shadow Valley" that draw advanced shamans to come and explore in search of more power. It is believed to be a place where elemental magic and natural forces converge, rumored to hold unimaginable secrets.
Glo'Mok gradually approached the destination and saw the "Crystar" Soulgear camped not far away. The Soulgear tent was located in a relatively open area in the Shadow Valley, with the surrounding trees not as dense as in other places, seemingly reserved for him. Outside the tent, a campfire burned, emitting a faint light that illuminated the gloomy place.
Soulgear sat by the campfire, his robe gently swaying in the wind, his beard thick, and his eyes shimmering with profound wisdom. He seemed to be contemplating something, and when he sensed Glo'Mok approaching, he turned his head, his deep eyes staring at him.
" Glo'Mok," the voice of Soulgear was like the sound of nature, carrying a mysterious charm, "You've come at the right time. We have important matters to discuss."
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