บท 815: The Light's Source

Outside the Divine Wall, several monks sat at the top of the massive staircase, watching over the stone stele, as well as the crowd. The monks were seated in meditation positions, each with their eyes closed and hands in front of their chest, one hand curled into a fist, while the other rested on top, flat and pointing upwards.

The stone stele rumbled lightly, as new words were suddenly carved into its surface, as if there was an invisible giant carving the words. The rumbling attracted the gaze of the crowd as well as the monks, who opened their eyes to look at the stone stele. 

"The first trial has started," one of the monks said monotonously.

"Indeed it has," another nodded, his face expressionless.

"This will be the first insight into the quality of the candidates," another monk chimed up. "Despite the passage of untold millennia, the seed has yet to be claimed."