In the deep night, at the far end of the street, a single small candle flickered in the wind.
Its soft glow lit up a young, innocent face.
A little girl walked slowly toward the athletes waiting at the hotel entrance. In her left hand, she held a red candle; with her right, she held her grandmother's hand.
Behind them, more and more lights appeared—like stars in the night sky.
Soon, the dark street was filled with countless flames.
People from the Elephant Empire stood everywhere, each holding a red candle, silent and respectful.
The crowd parted, and the Emperor of the Elephant Empire, Xander, stepped forward, surrounded by his people.
He also held a red candle high. His eyes were firm, his face serious. Looking at the athletes who were about to leave, he took a deep breath and slowly raised the candle above his head.
"Braves! May the light of the red candle guide your way and bring you home victorious!"
Roar!
