After a pitch-dark thunderstorm, the vast grasslands were refreshed and greener than ever, borderless and lush.
In the lowlands, which turned into a large wetland and formed lakes; they were azure blue and dazzling. A group of pure white unicorns appeared, emitting holy light, hundreds in number, they moved in herds and troops to the lake.
This was a good omen, and had the nomads of the grassland seen this, they would have been overjoyed. However, the Celestials Clan was in no mood for joy, as the mine collapsed in front of them, Divine Spirits lay in their blood, the losses were immense, and each one's face was grave as iron.
"This is the First Divine Mine, which over the years has yielded a vast amount of precious materials and treasures, yet it was destroyed in one fell swoop, struck into dust by lightning, and even three True Gods were killed," one of them said.
