"Yo! Yo!..."
A majestic Golden Eagle rode the southbound currents, flying along the coast of the Gulf of Mexico. It flew over the sparse grasslands of Tamaulipas, over the harbor of the Red Crow Tribe, past the jungle rivers of the Totonac, past the Golden Bay tribes busy with spring plowing, until it reached the boundless forest sea of the Yucatan Peninsula and arrived at Kanul Salt Village on the western coast.
Its sharp eyes searched and found fleets with sails, found a bustling harbor. It saw camps under construction, and it also saw thousands upon thousands of two-legged "beasts," along with their dangerous two-meter "sharp horns." Then its gaze suddenly halted, fixing on an especially enormous "giant beast" crouched before several "long-feathered" two-legged beasts. This giant beast had a striking red "hide," and an especially terrifying "giant eye," which seemed to be staring straight up at the sky, staring at it!
"Screech!..."
The Golden Eagle circled above the jungle coast, letting out a threatening shrill cry. The sound could pierce gold and stone, as if it held the power to tear apart a person's soul. Yet that red giant beast not only did not move its eye away, it slowly began to swell instead, like a round bird fluffing up its feathers.
And so the two sides, one in the sky and one by the sea, faced each other in tense confrontation. Until, at a certain critical point, the red giant beast swelled to its limit and flew directly toward the Golden Eagle, toward the sky!
"Gah!..."
The Golden Eagle's feathers exploded in an instant, and its speed abruptly surged. Without looking back, it fled from the flying giant beast, flying straight toward the depths of the eastern jungle, escaping the "terrifying" coast. Behind it, the red giant beast