The start of May brings the strong winds from the seaside, along with the showers from the sky. The rain drenches the city walls and mercilessly wets the high gate, where a row of heads hangs. These heads are fresh, just beginning to rot. The opened mouths appear to be silently screaming, and the teeth, not severely worn, indicate the unusual status of the deceased.
Under the escort of a team of Mexica Warriors, the Serpent Mother Chieftain, Miyava, clad in a long black robe, emerges from the depths of the city gate. She raises her head, pauses for a moment, gazing at the heads she personally severed, with eyes that refuse to close in peace, first smiling then gradually drawing it back.
"Yilwei, Qiyan... May your souls rest in the Divine Kingdom of the Chief Divine! Of course, if you are unwilling to rest, curse me... I do not mind..."
