"Praise the Chief Divine! Continue the ritual! Drink the divine blood wine, and engrave the mark of flesh and blood!"
The extreme cold sacrifice was brutal and fleeting, with the warmth of life freezing into ice, and then burning and melting in flames. Soon, cup after cup of cold blood wine was handed to the Rokube captives, who drank it all under the supervision of the Kingdom's Warriors. Then, the painful scarlet emblem was engraved on their foreheads with a stone knife, a permanent mark, as if imprinted on their souls.
"Praise the Chief Divine! Our god Huitzilopochtli, who controls all life and death!..."
