The sun tilted westward, and the battlefield had been cleared. The sky reflected a gorgeous red glow, and the coast floated with pale red waves of blood. The Kingdom Fleet docked along the shore, and a large group of the Kingdom's Warriors, clad in armor, disembarked and surged into the village of the Red Soil Clan. The tribespeople in the village cheered to welcome them, joy evident on everyone's faces. Meanwhile, the two Taíno Chiefs, bearing the evident Emblem of the Chief Divine on their foreheads, returned. Their expressions were somewhat melancholic, but they forced smiles and said nothing more.
The banquet of the Red Soil Clan that night was grand and enthusiastic, without any incident. The Kingdom's Warriors and the Taíno villagers sang and danced, and after eating and drinking their fill, many women, enamored by the warriors, willingly offered themselves.
Priest Tomate, with a broad smile, pulled the two dazed chiefs and solemnly declared to the tribespeople!
