The tribe once again began to cheer. Their cries were louder and louder, and even the stones around them began to echo. Haka felt something was shaking the mountain under his feet. He turned around and looked at the leader of the black soil behind him.
The shouts and war cries of his clansmen shouldn't disturb the mountain itself! But the old shaman nodded.
"This volcano is speaking."
The leader of the black soil said slowly. He walked up so that only Haka could hear what he was saying.
"The soul in this mountain is very satisfied."
He smiled, revealing his worn teeth.
"They are blessing us."
Haka nodded. When he raised his hammer again, the rocks were still shaking. Those shouts began to change into calling his name.
"Haka!"
They shouted, followed by a rumble. The sky became dark.
"Haka!"
They shouted again, and the air became thicker.
"Haka!"