The setting sun painted the sky red, warmth permeating the earth. Between heaven and earth stood tall wooden poles, tied with hair, and countless heads. Over eight hundred pairs of wide-open eyes gazed intently in midair, clustered together. From afar, they resembled 'dandelions' fluttering in the breeze.
The dandelions cast the gaze of the deceased, unwillingly looking upon the heavens and earth. These gazes fell upon the sky, transforming into a deep crimson glow all over the sky, and fell upon the ground, manifesting as tens of thousands of prostrate figures. Those figures cowered, trembled, hunched, sobbed, and had once desperately exposed each other.
Now, the hierarchy, order, and traditions of all the tribes had been shattered by the Prepecha Warriors' bronze axes, leaving only terror etched into their bones and utter compliance.
