The night is like the ash of tobacco leaves on a turtle's back, heavily pressing down on the blood-soaked village. Wooden houses and thatched huts dance with fire tongues, the acrid scorch blowing towards all directions. The scent of blood and fire together, this is the battlefield of death and sacrifice in the Divine War.
The corpses of the Kingdom's Warriors in cloth armor overlap with the corpses in breastplates of the Castilian veterans, all soaked in blood. The bright eagle feather bronze crowns of the warriors resemble parrots that have lost their eyes, while the shiny iron helmet heads of the veterans appear like dead silverfish on a coastal reef.
