The spring wind of April comes from the Caribbean Sea in the east, carrying a moist and warm breath. The season of spring farming is approaching, and in the Mexican Valley, black smoke from burning fields rises everywhere. At this moment, standing high and looking far, everything is in sight. Even outside Water Valley City on the east side of the mountains, one can see the richness and prosperity of the west side of the mountains from afar.
However, the east side of the mountains is full of desolation, filled with deathly stillness and despair. From the northernmost Divine Pass of the Tlaxcala Alliance to the southernmost mountain pass fortresses, over three hundred miles are filled with burning towns, barren fields, fallen corpses, and tribes abandoning everything to flee into the mountains.
