In the Taino mountain village, the busy work of healing continued unceasingly. The Taino Mazi burned wood ashes, charcoal, and earth, and kept fetching water from the riverside. The figures of medical staff ran back and forth, with the faint sounds of painful groans from the village, featuring accents from the Mexican Plateau, cries from the wilderness, and the wails of local tribes.
"Chief Divine! Let me die! I have become... a rotting fish... a decaying... salamander..."
"Red Earth Mother! I... want to tear my body... let my flesh and blood... return to your... embrace..."
"Ancestors... it hurts... so much! I am going to die... give me just one more puff of Cohiba..."
Warrior Captain Kepili and Priest Martin stood side by side, watching the village from afar, observing the chaotic yet bone-like orderly scene.
