Time flew by, and in the blink of an eye, it was late June.
As the seasons changed, the intensity of the Source Tides grew stronger, and the weather within the Bantaan Archipelago became even more volatile and unpredictable.
In the northern part of the crescent-shaped Yucatan Island, on the fringes of the Aztec Empire, lay the Tlaltelolco Suburbs, which experienced a subtropical desert climate.
A hurricane swept through, bringing with it pattering, large raindrops, and even frogs and sea fish whistling by.
As it passed over the city, it inevitably picked up an ominous tinge of blood, seemingly foretelling the tragic fate of certain individuals within this indigenous city-state.
BOOM... BOOM...
A group of a dozen or so pitch-black buffaloes, with large heads and broad shoulders, as if forged from pig iron, formed a Steel Torrent racing across the wilderness at high speed.
