Wind whipped up the waves, smashing them against the Caribbean coast in December, scattering spray that glittered under the sun. And mortal lives were like foam amid the waves of a great age—so fragile and thin, yet so splendidly colorful!
In Kapok City on the western peninsula, Bertad's arrangements stood like mountains and forests. With the safest methods, he drove forward the heavy momentum of the kingdom, plotting for the Lowland Maya across a radius of two thousand li. After half a century of silence, the banner of the Mayapan Royal Family was once again raised over the Maya lands!
And as the royal name spread, the god-descendants, priests, nobles, headmen, and warriors of the various city-states were all stirred by their different positions, their hearts thrown into disorder by churning undercurrents. From this point on, the Lowland Maya, with their clear ranks and stable inheritance, began to resemble a muddied pond, making countless hidden fish start to break the surface...
In Tail Village on the northern coast, Toltec's sacrifices were in full swing. With the most terrifying methods, he was destroying the traditional Maya clan order, and even more, sweeping away the Tail Feather Clan that stood at the very front. The ten warrior battalions he had split off were like a Wolf Pack on the hunt. They terrorized and drove all the god-descendants of the Tail Feather Clan, forcing them to flee from jungle villages in every direction and gather in the stone-walled cities that had always been protected, had never been disturbed by the "highland barbarians," and seemed impregnable—Stone Carving City and Tiho.
And these two city-states of the Tail Feather Clan had also become the hunting grounds already chosen by the "head wolf," Toltec. He hid his claws and fangs, waiting patiently at "Demon's Tail," waiting