The setting sun sank toward the Western Sea like a bright scarlet ball of fire, slowly melting into the water. And that melted flame turned half into pale-red blood in the ocean, and half into drifting fire ships. In the end, those bright flames and dim blood were reflected in the eyes of warriors and sailors, melting into the truest death, and the most distant Divine Kingdom!
"The sunset over the sea, a battlefield of blood and fire... O Sun and Feathered Serpent! This victory is only fleeting, and only death and the Divine Kingdom are destined to be eternal..."
The Feathered Serpent priest Pap wore a feathered crown and priestly robes as he stood at the bow of the Longship, gazing out at the battlefield on the sea and the setting sun. Under the eyes of the warriors and sailors, he raised the Divine Staff in his hand high and shouted the proclamation of victory.
"The Sun God rises from the coast, and sets again upon the coast! The Feathered Serpent has carried away the enemy's death, and brought us the bright hope! Praise the gods! We have defeated the brutal Mexica People, and defeated the despicable oath-breakers as well!..."
"Blessings of the Sun and the Feathered Serpent! Praise the gods! Divine Protection brings victory!..."
With the priests' proclamation, boiling cheers rang out from the vast eastern fleet, shaking the whole stretch of coast, and making the Kingdom Legion on the shore pale in comparison!
After this sudden slaughter on the water, the Kingdom's fleet was forced to withdraw toward the shore, while the eastern Alliance occupied the burning battlefield. They could calmly salvage, rescue their own wounded soldiers drifting in the water, capture enemy prisoners who had fallen overboard, and tally the casualties.
Judging from the losses in