- Oh-oh! This is wonderful news! - Usa stopped polishing her spear and let out a sweet moan as a good thought occurred to her. - A statue, a poem, anything! Praising Óna is as natural as breathing!
- Hmm... I suppose she wants you to write a poem or create a statue in honor of Óna? - Normia suggested. - In any case, that's exactly what I would expect from members of this community.
"Especially if it can attract more humans to Ikazkan's side. It's better than losing to them completely."
Elm sits down somewhere comfortably, takes out his diary, and begins to compose.
Небо – угроз не слышит
Небо – ведёт особый счёт
Небо – тебя найдёт