Flames blazed in front of the Temple, thick smoke drifted across the city, and the intense killing had been ongoing for two days and two nights. The rebellious Militia had occupied most of the city, and thousands of civilians had already fled. On the city walls, the flags of the three divinities and the Zicao Family stood erect, just like in the era of the Tarasco Kingdom. And when the sunrise rose once again, all the colors within Kulamo City were revealed. At this moment, the pearl of Atoyac Lake was stained bright red with the fierceness of battle.
In the city's center, blood flowed down from the Akatla Pyramids, over ten meters high, and gathered into shallow streams. The veteran Etalik, dressed in Heavy Armor, sat calmly atop the pyramid in the Temple of the Chief Divine, munching slowly on a corn cake in his hand.