The night was falling, the salty scent of the tide lingering in the Taino people's coastal village. The children who used to play were no longer seen under the coconut palms. The tribespeople's cooking smoke had extinguished, and the fishermen's boats lay decayed on the shore. This Taino village, once home to over a thousand people, seemed destroyed by some invisible curse, silent and chilling to the bone.
"Oh Chief Divine! Is this... the plague of the Evil Demon?"
Six Caravels were anchored at the shore but no warriors landed. Xiu Maoying frowned, looking at the deathly still village, his heart heavy with foreboding. Even Red-haired Captain Chabo had lost his usual smile. Holding up the Divine Eye Glasses, he observed the situation within the village carefully, his expression darkening.
"Owl Chief Priest! This village has died!... Clearly, it was full of people when we came here last month! Now, there are only corpses left!"
