The scorching sun hangs high, flowing forth, its rays never ceasing. It sets over the Granada Mountains on the eastern side of the Atlantic Ocean, then swiftly crosses thousands of miles and rises from the Tlaxcala Mountains on the west side. Soon, the dawn of the rising sun casts upon the top of the Cloud Serpent Fortress, while the black flag of the God of Death flutters near the altar on the peak.
"Praise the Chief Divine! May You bring forth the dawn, illuminate my path, and guide my future!... I am the Divine Revelator blessed by the divine, destined to lead the world... The grand age of navigation has already begun. In this world, only I can see through the mist of history and discern friend from foe. I shall walk always on the correct path, clearly perceiving the trajectory of history, and create a glorious future for the Jiao People and all populations!"
