Clouds way above line the skies, slowly moving through Natlan, and a gentle breeze compliments such a fine day. Fine for most, that is.

Long, regretful years have passed since 'Waxaklahun Ubah Kan', 'Kukulkan', the 'Sage of the Stolen Flame', whatever he calls himself these days, tried to reset this nation back into nothingness - failing. Now he stands alone, watching with weary eyes as he is approached by someone. He was not expecting anyone to approach him for the rest of his life.

"You... no, not the one I remember. Someone else. Tell me, who stands before me now?"