The vast sea stretched before La Galigo, mirroring the conflicting currents within his heart. Though Ale Luwu had implored him to remain, his commitment to Ale Cina weighed heavily. His family and subjects awaited his return. La Togeq Langi' observed his king's contemplation.
As the ship sailed, a vivid dream enveloped La Galigo. He saw We Cudai, her ethereal form dancing under the moon's gentle glow. A tear traced his cheek as he awoke, her image lingering. "We Cudai," he whispered, a profound yearning in his soul.
In Ale Cina, the mystical rhythm of La Galigo’s Manurung drum resonated, awakening We Cudai. She stirred, her hand reaching out, a faint sound escaping her lips. "The voice… it is his!" she rasped, her voice beginning its return.
Datu Patoto'e rushed to We Cudai. "My child, welcome back!" he exclaimed. We Tenriabeng embraced her, joyful. "The gods have heard our prayers! Your voice returns, and La Galigo will be home!" The palace buzzed. Servants prepared feasts, ador