"The undying gods have long since gone away; only the dead Ancient Sages remain forever..."
The desolate, halting song echoed through the Main God's Temple, carrying murmurs from thousands of years ago. Priest Tomatl's expression was grave as he listened to this secret Maya epic passed down through the generations, faintly scenting some ancient, mysterious flavor within it. It was a divine secret buried in the golden age of the Maya, and after more than two thousand years of vicissitudes, only scattered, blurred fragments of words remained, leaving later generations to ponder and sigh in vain.
"The Ancient Sages who remained in the mortal world... the skulls after the Ancient Sages died... the most sacred heads... the origins of the Maya Tribes..."
Priest Tomatl stroked his chin and sank into silence. Only after a long while did he shake his head hard, pulling his thoughts back from the misty ancient myths and legends and turning them toward the more realistic struggles of politics, religion, and war.
"Yan Hu, according to what you said, the Ancient Sages are the origin of the tribes and the source of divinity, so their status in Maya legend is indeed extraordinary! Because of that, Tiakin brought out a so-called inherited divine object... hmm... the 'Skull of the Ancient Sage,' and in the name of the Ancient Sage's guidance, proclaimed the Highland God of War to be the great god of the Maya Era's end, the Main God worshiped and believed in by the Maya royal house... By saying this, he raised the Highland God of War above all the Maya gods. Can the clans of the various tribes believe it? Can they accept it?..."
Priest Tomatl frowned slightly and raised his doubts. Tiakin's conversion, after all, had been presided over by his own hands. This