The land of storms, lightning, and constant fall, the world where the bird monsters of death, destruction, and storm brought death everywhere, roamed. For the first time in a long time, the realm had its greatest storm ever, a single storm making the rest of the beasts fall to their knees and pay their respect.
Quetzalcoatl, often called the Winged Serpent of the Horizon, his serpentine body shimmered with the hues of both dawn and dusk, and his wings—vast, feathered, and radiant—spanned the horizon like a living storm front. His eyes burned like twin suns, embodying the very cycle of day and night, life and death.