The vast sky light, the sun sets from the wilderness and rises from the highlands. The confrontations and schemes of the various factions in the northeast of the world are hidden in endless swamps. Meanwhile, the Lake Capital City, at the center of the world, has just completed the grand ritual of the new year, thoroughly dyeing the sixty to seventy meters high Great Temple pyramid with the blood of the Mistec Divine Descendants.
Amid the cheers of hundreds of thousands of citizens in the capital, High Priest Uguel sat calmly, like a wooden carving or clay figure, high in the Great Temple. The elder priests of the three factions of the Chief Divine, War God, and Sun God were secretly contending with each other, with undercurrents surging beneath the pale red Lake Texcoco, with none gaining the upper hand.
