Few days later. Families, clans, tribes of the Humanes but not all, quietly stood in a lofty, artistically room one could see four great, glamour ancestral post in form of a armour figure supporting the construction of the large rectangular hall with watchful attention in respect to the ritual happening at the center of it amidst all these were the praetorian guards positioned in their dashing red suit of armor at every corner.
At the center, a elevated platform was seen as Great-grandmother standing with her face up in a light beige gown under a long chlamys around the shoulders down. Her black eyes reflects the new moon above the only opening central hole on the decorated roof as she chanted raising her old hands up high as her grey hair and wrinkled face slightly shook.
“The heavens
