"Splash—"
It was nearly dusk, and the sky was gradually sinking into gloom as the heavy rain poured down without end. The curtain of rain stretching to the horizon washed away the fresh-red traces and made the roads slick. Warriors' cries of slaughter came from every direction, wave after wave, sometimes clear in the rain, sometimes a little blurred.
Cloud Snake Hunter Telavito clenched his teeth and led several personal-guard warriors, protecting his newly wedded wife as they fled with their heads down. Behind him, the sacred pyramid temple caught fire, only to be quickly extinguished in the rain, and in the end the banner of the Mexica God of War was planted there.
Chichipati kept looking back at the fallen temple and weeping softly. She was only sixteen this year and had always been doted on by her father; only when the war grew urgent had she been betrothed to the brave Cloud Snake Hunter.
Now, amid great fire and pounding rain, the noble god-descended girl had finally lost her father's protection. She could only rely on the husband before her, and in the encirclement of countless terrifying enemies, set foot on a path of flight filled with fear and panic.
"This is the end of the god-descended, coming from the heights in the clouds, gathering into endless lakewater, and going to the bottomless Abyss!"
For some reason, the prayer once chanted by the Cloud Snake Priests flashed through the god-descended girl's mind. It was the end of the Fourth Era, the chapter of the great flood and doomsday, and also the beginning of the Fifth Era.
"Slash! Crack!"
The rain was torrential. Telavito swung his war club in succession, killing two Mexica Warriors who had suddenly appeared. He knew the terrain well and had kept to the narrow