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The next day Malina stood on the dock as the soldiers unloaded the supplies from the ship. The scale of project was monumental and causes a glimmer of pride to form in Malina. Regardless of what had happened, she had been a part of this return. An entire army had sailed half-way around the world, and now the main force was disembarking after a clear victory.

Ash still slowly fell from the sky as fires burned unchecked in certain areas of the town. When the sight of soldiers bored her, Malina would turn and look at the strange city her people had defeated. Buildings in grey stone as opposed to the smooth white limestone she was used to. Angular instead of smooth, red roofs made out of a curved stone shingle instead of Wood.

Watching the smoke rise to the sky Malina felt that same feeling of pride. This is the destruction that had been wrought by her people. A prophecy was being fulfilled, an ancient wrong was being righted. Those that would die and those that would suffer were not innocent. The land of her pre-ancestors was the land of her people by rights. These people had been caretakers, put in place to maintain the land and their faith in the Gods. In this they had faltered. Their memories had faded and the old faiths had been lost. Arrogance grew in it's absence and they had forgotten their positions. The sons who continues his father's crime remains guilty. A guilt spread across an entire continent and people. Weak in absence, the Toltec would ravage the land as the fires had ravaged the city.

"Admiring our work?"

Teuic's voice pulled Malina from her thoughts and brought her back to reality. The once empress chained to the docks, watching an army that was no longer hers begin the conquest of a people.