The flames of the Thunder God Temple burned under the dark sky, like a torch in the hand of a giant, magnificent and soaring. The flames blazed brightly, consuming everything. Soon, all the screams of the end turned into black dust like the night, disappearing into the long wind by the seaside.
In this splendid night, the towering Feathered Serpent pyramid at the center of the City-State was the most outstanding "viewing platform," allowing one to see the fireworks of the old days effortlessly.
At this moment, the two observers on the "viewing platform" were the rulers of Golden Bay City, the scribes of the City-State's destiny. However, Miyava, having exerted herself and enduring for a long time, finally wrote the beginning of destiny but could not control the process. And now, under the cold gaze of Black Wolf Torc, she could barely hold the brush that wrote her tribal authority.
