The night was deep and dark, with black clouds shrouding the sky. The drizzle came and went, and the firelight flickered intermittently. The convergence of this light and rainy night inexplicably brought to mind sacrifice and death.
Old Militia Chiwaco stood on the height of the Cloud Serpent's rear village, holding the hand of the Dark Snake with a dim complexion. The two silently watched as those familiar yet indistinct figures walked across the rope bridge connecting the two villages. They couldn't hear any sound, only seeing those familiar figures carrying weapons, disappearing for a moment before reappearing. Then, the elite Imperial Guards, like jaguars before the hunt, moved forward silently. They traveled along the narrow path, wide enough for one person, arriving at the opposite side one by one. And when a sufficient number of jaguars, the symbol of death, gathered, the true ruthless massacre began!
