The Fifth Sun rose from the remnants of four fallen ages, each destroyed in cataclysmic destruction. To bring light to this new world, the gods bled first and cast themselves into the fire, becoming sun and moon. Now, the cosmic debt must be repaid.

It is through human lifeforce that the sun continues its journey. Without it, even this fifth age, like those before, may end in shattering earthquakes. And so men began the eternal bloodshed – not merely for lands or glory, but with divine purpose: to preserve balance in the fragile cosmos.

Amid the clash of obsidian blades, a single pink flower blossoms. Delicate. Defiant. The Xōchitl, sacred symbol of sacrifice, flourishes against all odds where blood has stained the ground. As one petal falls, another soul fades in the endless struggle of the Fifth Sun.