The axe rises and falls, warmth sprayed, the pungent smell of blood dispersing in the temple, with each tribe's chieftain prostrate throughout, as if a sacred sacrifice. The statue casts a shadow, the bonfire flickers with orange, the stone hall flows with blood red. Black, yellow, and red together contrast the center, where the fair-skinned Serpent Priestess's smile on her face shines even more beautifully.
"Miyava... Chieftain... for the Family Head, I have avenged!"
Head Warrior Qiyan, covered in blood, holds the head of Chieftain Ozli from the Sacrificial Lake Tribe, approaching the Serpent Priestess. Then, he kneels on one knee, raising the head high, presenting it to the sole victor.
"Very good! Ancestors witness! The new Chief Divine will forgive all of your deeds!"
Serpent Priestess Miyava nods satisfactorily, extending her white hands to receive Ozli's head. She caresses Ozli's youthful cheek, slightly pondering, then gently closes the terrifyingly wide-open eyes.
