Dark night fell over the valley of Oaxaca, the damp rain like tears shed by the Rain God. Ancient tombs had buried the past of the God-descendants, and were also brewing blood and firelight in the shadows. Yet everything lay within a deep fog; no one could see it clearly, and could only plan by their own imagination, wagering everything they had, even their lives!
"Creeeak!..."
Bats shrieked sharply as they flew out from the dim underground. When the Mountain Clan Chief Izel and the Reed Clan Chief Sintel walked out of the tomb side by side, they saw the "bat spirits" rushing into the night rain and fog. These bats in the mist, flying blindly, struggling, opening their mouths in the fog to bite out with fangs—how alike were they to them? And in truth, they were just like bats, equally powerless, completely unable to grasp where their schemes would lead. No matter how much they thought, no matter how fine their calculations, all they could do was stir the water muddy with all their strength and see whether there might be a sliver of life to seize!
"O Main God! We are bats in the fog, opening red mouths, biting out black teeth! And the target we pounce toward is a ferocious Jaguar! He need only stretch out a claw to tear us apart with ease! Fortunately, right now two Jaguars are wary of each other, and there are also the cunning Fox and the Wolf Pack, all facing off and plotting..."
Izel's expression was distant as he recited an impromptu poem, then tightly clutched a Turquoise gem and headed for his residence surrounded by trusted men. Sintel stood there for a long while, shook his head, put on a black rain cloak, and vanished into the misty