The northern sea breeze, upon reaching the valley of the central mountain range, is halted by the mountain forest. Without the sea breeze, it cannot disperse the fevered heat of the blood in the small village nestled in the mountains, nor can it disperse the dense scent of death.
"Oh Chief Divine! This bloody, foul odor, these Taino villagers?! Damn it, they've all fallen!..."
As Red-haired Mique and the Tai Giant Eagle, along with a dozen trusted followers and dozens of Taino Mazi, entered the small Taino village once used for resupply, they were confronted with a dire and horrifying sight!
The small village of hundreds of Taino, now deserted, without the sight of running Taino children, only a faint cry could be heard. From the Taino's thatched huts came intermittent whispers and coughs, like birds struggling to survive in the night. Red-haired Mique glanced into the open huts and his expression turned somber.
