Lu Yuan stared at the carvings on the stone, his eyes flickering with thought.
He figured that the three-headed, six-armed Elephantman depicted in these carvings is the same one who cursed me in the Elephant God's dream. This being holds a high status among the Elephantman tribes. If a four-armed Elephantman is the leader of a single Stone Pestle Tribe, then this one... must be the king of all Elephantmen.
I was cursed by the Elephantman King... because I killed the envoy it sent to retrieve the key to the Secret Realm. It didn't want the Secret Realm to be opened, didn't want its slumbering kin to be disturbed...
As Lu Yuan pondered, he found the "death" state of these Elephantmen peculiar, as if they were engaged in a grand, collective sacrificial ritual. The object of the ritual was undoubtedly the Elephant God.
