The Temple was deep and dark, with the flickering of the leaping bonfire. On the heavy stone walls, ancient Feathered Serpent reliefs slithered like serpents. High upon the Divine Platform, the solemn statues of the Divine flashed with turquoise eyes. And under the calm gaze of the statues, laid scattered about the grand hall were dozens of Eastern tribes' chieftains and their trusted aides. At this moment, within the entire Temple, only six were standing, with two sitting together leaning on each other.
"Hehe! My dear brother..."
The Serpent Priestess Miyava knelt in the Stone Hall, embracing the Great Sun Chief Qiqini from behind. Her actions were gentle, caressing Qiqini's cheek, her face adorned with a soft smile, like that of a close lover.
Qiqini's eyes were wide with anger, filled with shock and rage, and an unmistakable fear. He gritted his teeth, glaring at Qiyan, the Head Warrior who had served faithfully for years, his voice trembling.
"You? You all?!..."
