We grew increasingly bewildered as we watched him draw a long breath, as if delving into something profound. We found ourselves stranded on a peculiar stretch of shore, unlike any common dock.
“How do we summon him? And who is he? Why is he here?” I whispered to Healer Cruz.
“It seems he is the guardian of this dock. I heard him speaking in another language, could it be Sanskrit?” Healer Cruz then attempted to approach the man and spoke something. Shortly after, she returned with a weary expression.
“What happened?” I asked, puzzled.
“I couldn’t understand what he was saying, but he referred to this mountain range as Kawi,” Healer Cruz showed me the photo she had brought.
The photo depicted a rugged mountain, its peaks shrouded in mist, invoking a sense of ancient majesty. The name ‘K
