The red sun headed to the west, casting a kaleidoscope of azure light across the sky. The seaside evenings were always extraordinarily magnificent. The Caribbean Sea, with its mighty splendor, swallowed the waters of the Great Grass River, its feet touching the shores of the Yucatan Peninsula. Dozens of Maya clans flourished and fell on this northern peninsula, thriving and perishing through the ages.
"The Aztecs and Putun reached an agreement so quickly, it's like a predatory alliance of wolves and tigers!... The barbaric aura is overwhelming, surging northward like a tide..."
Observing these "barbaric" tribespeople trading, Tikalo, the Mayan merchant, covertly smirked and inexplicably sighed. He dutifully translated every word of the transaction between the parties, his eyes slightly drooping, plotting something unknown.
"Good, very good! Dart Mokai, the Chief Divine will watch over you! Here, put on this Sun Amu... uh!"
