The sun silently sank, shadows creeping in. The Feathered Serpent's side hall was hidden in the depths of the temple pyramid, lit torches flickering in the night breeze blowing through the ventilation shafts. The firelight danced unsteadily, the heavy bricks reflecting the faint glow, outlining the silhouettes of the many chieftains who had fallen, with only a few graceful figures still standing.
"Hmm! Such little tolerance for alcohol... Just a cup of blood wine, and they're all drunk!..."
The statue of the Feathered Serpent cast a long shadow. The Serpent Priestess Miyava did not stand in the shadow, but boldly stood under the firelight. Her eyes sparkled, surveying the many great chiefs in the hall, observing each one carefully. The Feathered Serpent's side hall, which had just been clamorous and boisterous, fell into sudden deathly silence. Head Warrior Qiyan crouched by Chieftain Qiqini, gently supporting the family head's back, letting him sit on the ground.
