The long wind blows and scatters, the fine rain trickles down. Blood spreads across the sacred valley, the corpses of the Mistec people lie everywhere. The flames of the temple burn faintly, then extinguish in the wind and rain, like the protection of the Rain Divine, or like the tears of all gods, witnessing the war and conquest.
Black Wolf walks through the blood-colored valley, steps over the lush farmland, passes through the charred village, and climbs the grayish-brown hillside. Finally, the ancient Teotihuacan pyramid clearly appears in front of him.
