Moon Star was hidden, and the dim sky lacked any light; a mournful night breeze carried screams of death. At the magnificent top level of the Palace of Wind, lonely wind chimes sounded their melancholic tunes. The curtains of the Three Gods fluttered in the wind, shielding the murals of the Divine Eagle and the Hummingbird, both being simultaneously concealed, turning into the dust of history. In the clear light of the candle, there stood a silently imposing figure in front of the window, speechless like a frozen painting.
The Chief Minister of Tarasco, Jinjinni, alone, with hands behind his back, gazed at the battleground outside the palace.
