"Haha! The Rain Divine is dead, the Chief Divine is supreme! Esteemed Elder Viko, you are named holy 'cloud' and the chief priest of Divine Stone City, above all elders. Now, you, famous for your piety, witnessing this scene, what are your thoughts?"
The sacred Cloud Temple towers among the mountains. Andiwei, dressed in the ritual robe of the Chief Divine, stands before the window of the great hall. He slightly tilts his head, looks beside him at the low-key old man in a black robe. His face is full of pride, carrying an inexplicable delight as he speaks fluently in Navajo.
"My esteemed chief, all Mistec captives, before heading north, must be brought here to Cloud Temple, to see the Rain Divine Priest leading to the Divine Kingdom, and also to see the sacrifical noble chieftain! ... They will thoroughly witness how the noble figures who resemble divines die humbly, and how they decay like fruit! And their beliefs will die before the sacred temple, just like the dead nobles!"
