Natlan at night looked like a beautiful fireworks burst into the sky because of how the lights were visible from afar.

This sight was comforting to Chasca, who sat on the ground in front of a grave with the name 'Chuychu' carved on it, the grave of her sister she had lost in the great Natlan war.

"A lot has changed from day of war, you know? Natlan has returned to its glory and everything is so peaceful now..." She muttered softly, focused enough not to hear the familiar footsteps nearby her.