A blue-skinned warrior. The Fifth Sun. The Lame Hummingbird.

Do not be angry or sorrowful that the world has perished four times and been rebuilt thrice. Fate is something to be ridden, and above all, is not the greatest god watching over us in the fifth world?

As for him, he presides over all things concerning war. He symbolizes victory, for the warriors and the wars he protects shall never suffer defeat, and he decides the fate of captives taken in battle. He enjoys taking the hearts of young, strong male captives. This is because he was born powerful and almighty, and the youths whose hearts are offered to him become his limbs to fight an eternal war. What greater glory could there be for a man? We do not know, for we have never seen it. We have no will to know. We all exist through our worship of him.

The struggle against darkness is eternal. It is a time where the fifty-two-year cycle repeats countlessly. If the darkness wins, the sun goes out. The sun will be extinguished. If blood is not shed, if hearts are not offered, the world will surely perish for the fifth time. Chaos. Chaos will come. A chaos longer and more terrible than giants devouring all things and children turning into turkeys and spitting out feathers. Furthermore, his left leg is withered. He is lame! Thus, understanding his toil, we offer hearts. It is not only warrior men who are offered. Nobles, women, small humans—all do not hesitate to become sacrifices. Ah, what a brave people we are!

So do not fear, and ascend the altar. He awaits your flesh and bone. Your flesh and bone are also doing their utmost to become one with him. That you were chosen as a living sacrifice is a stroke of fate. The eyes of our priests are never wrong. The hand of a skilled priest will not cause a shred of pain. Do not fear. Rejoice in becoming one. He is waiting for you.

A blue-skinned warrior. The Fifth Sun. The Lame Hummingbird.

Ah, Great God.

Should you meet them, please, love them. For they possess the bravest of bodies.

Height: approx. 230cm A body tempered by war with blue skin. Wears a helmet decorated with the green tail feathers of a quetzal bird. His eyes are hidden by this helmet and cannot be seen. A snake is tied like a belt to secure his white lower garments. A cheerful, boisterous man. He finds life in the divine realm tedious.