King Oro stood atop the long steps of the palace, gazing down upon the Nus Kingdom before him.
Another king of the Kingdom, Simir, stood by his side.
Just as the sun had risen, the kingdom in the daylight resembled a newborn infant, as the people of Logos awoke from their slumber. As usual, they faced the direction of the high mountains to pray to the Divine and then began their day.
"Since we were given language... since we were called Logos by God, how much have we really changed?"
King Oro, with a serene expression, looked down at the kingdom and said this.
If only it could always be like this moment.
At sunrise, the Elves abandoned their disputes and prayed together to the same Divine, everything peaceful and serene, as if conflicts and divisions had never existed.
"I'm not sure, King Oro,"
the young King Simir said, smiling,
"All I know is that, at the beginning, we lived a savage life, without even the concept of writing."
King Oro said with a sense of wonder,
