C81 The Three Supreme Beings of the Vermilion Bird!(1)

Dawn's light painted the horizon a pale white, while wisps of smoke rose from the ancient Wahotalos in the distance. It heralded another day, tainted with beauty and filth alike.

Zopyrus rose to his feet, sought out Nima, and devoured the roasted lamb leg prepared by his hands. He filled his leather wine bag to the brim with horse milk wine, slung the shepherd's crook over his shoulder