The twilight slanted down, the Temple held a pristine glow, reflecting the gentle red sunset. The "Ancient Saint's Skull" was revered on the golden altar, emitting a faint white sheen, as if embodying true immortality and sanctity.
"A pivot point, a breakthrough... to leverage the entire Maya..."
East Sea Marshal Bertade stood quietly before the "Ancient Saint's Skull." He slowly reached out, feeling the artifact's smooth, lustrous surface, silently murmuring. It was uncertain whether the fulcrum he spoke of referred to the "Ancient Saint's Skull" or the crucial negotiations that divided the tribes, delineating friend and foe.
The talks among the tribal envoys began at dawn and lasted nearly a day. Until the sun slanted westward, the Main God's Temple finally returned to tranquility. Now, in the oblique sunlight, the temple was left with only the "Divine Object," two silent Kokom Divine Descendants, and one pondering Mexican Marshal.
