The Timawa's Daughter : A Tale of Power and Legacy
His presence was both calming and awe-inspiring, a reminder of his omnipotence.
Without hesitation, every soul in the afterlife bowed in reverence, including Alingat and me. Our foreheads touched the ground, acknowledging the majesty of Bathala. The air was filled with the whispers of the souls, their soft murmurs of respect and adoration.
Bathala's gaze swept across the lake, his eyes piercing the veil between the worlds. He saw all, knew all, and his wisdom was beyond mortal comprehension. As the souls rose from their bowed positions, Bathala's voice boomed, "Rise, and let us speak of the mortal realm." His words carried weight, and I knew that whatever he had come to discuss would be of g