The ancient kingdom of Ale Cina, usually vibrant, now held its breath. Its throne had stood empty, and the grand council hall was thick with worried nobles, all pondering a single, urgent question: Who would lead them?
Into the tense silence, Sawerigading spoke with conviction. "La Galigo is the answer! He can unite us." A hopeful noble added, "He might seem young, but with responsibility, his maturity will surely blossom."
Meanwhile, outside, La Galigo gazed at the falling rain, lost in thought. "I only wish to have fun," he mused, yet a strange unease stirred deep within him, a premonition of duties to come.
Back in the hall, after much deliberation, a decisive noblewoman declared, "Let us appoint La Galigo as king! We shall grant him this opportunity." Their collective decision carried immense weight for Ale Cina's future.
The news of La Galigo's ascension spread, bringing cheers from the populace. A cautious elder, however, watched the sky, a mixture of hope and doubt clouding his thoughts. "Is this truly for the best?" he wondered.
Far away, in the kingdom of Sundari, King Ilingna Io seethed with fury. "La Galigo will not easily conquer our lands!" he roared at his subordinates. "We shall attack Ale Cina and prove that power is not merely inherited!"
La Galigo, upon hearing the threats, merely laughed heartily. "Are they serious? We are already strong! If they dare attack, they will suffer!" He confidently smashed a glass. "Like this, they will be shattered!"
Soon after, a new idea sparked in La Galigo's mind. "Why wait for them? We should strike first!" Sawerigading, rising with enthusiasm, agreed. "Excellent, La Galigo! We must prepare immediately!"
La Galigo swiftly mobilized his entire kingdom for war. He commanded the shipbuilders at Gunung Latimojong to construct colossal vessels. "Ensure every detail is perfect! We must showcase Ale Cina's formidable power!"
A loyal general, his spirit ablaze with courage, stepped forward. "I am ready to lead this army into battle, King La Galigo!" he declared, his voice ringing with unwavering commitment to his sovereign.
With preparations complete, La Galigo marched his troops to the bustling harbor. Raising his sword, he addressed the assembled crowd. "People, pray for us! We shall bring victory back to Ale Cina!"
In response, the people donned black cloth, a poignant symbol of both their sorrow for the impending conflict and their profound hope. "La Galigo will surely return victorious!" echoed their collective belief from every corner.
With sails unfurled and spirits high, the mighty armada of Ale Cina embarked upon its destiny. The vast fleet sailed towards an unknown fate, carrying the hopes of a kingdom into the vast, open sea.