While the Otomí army and the Caxcan army fought each other, far away, in the area where the walls that divided Tula from Tollan had once stood, Tláloc and Xipe Tótec battled the two Chichimeca gods, Uichilat and Camaxtli.
Uichilat drove his harpoon into the ground and shouted:
“Esailuikatl (Sea of Blood)!”
A gigantic wave of blood emanated behind the deity, covering the entire battlefield. The magma slowly approaching the place where the four gods were fighting was extinguished and petrified by the Chichimeca god’s technique.
“My sea of blood will purify this world,” the Chichimeca god of waters said as he stood again, the blood covering him up to his waist.
The four gods floated into the air so they would not have to fight in the liquid, and they raised their guards to begin fighting again.
Tláloc then raised his electric staff toward the sky and recited:
“Kiauitlatomitl (Thunderstorm).”
Immediately, a rain of lightning began falling throughout the entire area.
“By creating a sea of blood across this entire zone, you have only empowered my attacks,” Tláloc said triumphantly, while more and more lightning bolts fell at dizzying speed.
Uichilat avoided the attack with difficulty. But then Camaxtli cut through the air with his spear, and suddenly, Tláloc’s attack ceased.
“Enough of your cowardly techniques, Tláloc,” the Chichimeca god of the hunt said furiously. “Fight hand to hand with your weapons, not like a damn coward!”
“He erased my technique with his attack?” Tláloc asked, confused.
“Indeed. I can cut any energy technique in front of me,” Camaxtli said. “If you are going to fight, do it with your muscles,” he continued, pointing his spear at the Toltec god of waters.
“Do not worry. I will distract that individual,” Xipe Tótec said to Tláloc. “You take care of that blood god.”
“Are you sure?” Tláloc asked.
“Of course! I am more suited to physical combat than you,” the flayed god replied. “You are just a nerdy mage throwing spells around like crazy.”
Tláloc made an annoyed expression at his companion’s hurtful words.
Xipe Tótec then flew toward Camaxtli and quickly tried to cut his neck with his staff, but the Chichimeca god defended himself with his spear. The impact was so powerful that the lake of blood that had formed beneath them briefly split in half, causing a light bloody rain to fall over everyone present.
Tláloc immediately generated an enormous ball of electricity and made it sail across the sea of blood to increase its power. But Uichilat quickly avoided the attack when it flew vertically toward where the deity was floating.
“Without your friend, you are no rival for me,” Tláloc said.
“Actually, Tláloc, I have wanted to fight you for a long time,” replied the Chichimeca god of waters.
“Do I know you?” the Toltec god asked, confused.
“I doubt it, but you are known throughout all Anáhuac. It is only natural that I have heard of you,” Uichilat replied.
“I am flattered to know my fame precedes me to the ends of the world,” Tláloc replied arrogantly.
“That is right,” the Chichimeca god answered. “Likewise, I know you are an expert in using electricity and cold, which would seem to put my water element at a disadvantage.”
At that moment, an intense cold began to spread throughout the entire area. The lake of blood froze completely as Tláloc triumphantly stood upon it.
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Uichilat began to smile.
“Indeed, water is no match for someone who commands elements as advanced as yours,” the Chichimeca god said.
But at that moment, the frozen lake began to glow like an aurora borealis.
“What are you doing?” Tláloc asked in surprise.
“Tell me, you know matter has three states, correct?” Uichilat asked.
“Solid, liquid, and gas,” Tláloc replied.
“Wrong. There is a fourth: pure energy,” Uichilat answered as he raised his harpoon toward the sky, and it began to shine like a star.
The lake then began to feel as if it were made of gas, but it glowed with brilliant colors, which shone thanks to the perpetual darkness covering Tollan because of the erupting volcanoes.
Tláloc then felt his feet burning against the mass of energy and quickly flew away from it.
“When I combined the elements of water and gas, I was able to create this peculiar energy, which I named Kopina (Plasma -Molding-),” Uichilat said, driving his harpoon into the luminous sea.
“Kopinakueyotl (Plasma -Molding- Wave)!” the Chichimeca god of waters shouted at the top of his lungs.
The lake became a sea of energy, which traveled like a wave toward the sky, trapping Tláloc within it.
The sky shone with brilliant colors of blue, red, and purple, while everyone stopped to watch the beautiful energy Uichilat had unleashed.
When the attack ceased, Tláloc was in a defensive stance. He had withstood the attack, but it had struck him directly and left him badly injured. His ichor had barely managed to keep him alive, but it had all been exhausted.
“What did you think of my technique, Tláloc?” Uichilat asked proudly.
“I found it refreshing, like a puff of akayetl (tobacco),” Tláloc replied, still trembling and full of pain.
Uichilat then began to laugh.
At that moment, the Chichimeca god’s harpoon lit up with brilliant colors and pointed at the Toltec god.
“Let us see how long your unfunny jokes last, Tláloc,” the Chichimeca god said with a smile, knowing he had already won the fight.
“Tlemoyijiyoteotl (Spark of Life)!” Uichilat shouted, launching his harpoon like a beam of light toward Tláloc at such monstrous speed that the Toltec god could do nothing to avoid it.
The beam pierced completely through the city of Tula and destroyed one of the gigantic volcanoes protecting the city in the distance with a muffled, colorful, brilliant explosion.
Tláloc felt a gigantic hole in his chest and realized his ichor was no longer healing him. Trembling, he touched the wound with his hand, which filled with blood.
“Goodbye, old man,” Uichilat said as he prepared to launch another attack at the Toltec god.
But to his surprise, Tláloc shattered as if he were a clay vessel.
However, from Tláloc’s body, an electric wave emanated and electrocuted Uichilat before he could avoid it.
The Chichimeca god fell to the ground where the lake had been before, but now only an enormous pit remained because of the god’s attack.
“What the hell happened?” Uichilat asked, trying to look everywhere.
Then the pieces of Tláloc’s body fell to the ground and broke apart. It was, indeed, clay.
“Did you enjoy striking my clay alter ego?” Tláloc asked. His voice could be heard, but his body could not be seen.
“When did you change bodies?” Uichilat asked.
“Before you turned the lake into energy. I knew you were plotting something because it was impossible for you to defeat me with water,” Tláloc replied.
Then the god appeared behind Uichilat and drove his electric staff into the Chichimeca god’s back.
“You are not the only one who knows how to combine elements, Uichilat. Do you know what happens when you unite electricity with water?” Tláloc asked the Chichimeca god.
Uichilat tried to use his harpoon of light to attack the Toltec god, but Tláloc immediately shouted:
“Ojtlatekuinalotl (Lightning Path)!”
A net of electric lights emanated from Uichilat’s body, as if he were a prisoner trapped within it. The lines shone intensely and caused an extremely powerful electric discharge to strike the Chichimeca god, who fell backward to the ground, with no energy left to stand.
“Go ahead. End my life and devour my body,” Uichilat said. “I no longer have the power to oppose you.”
Tláloc approached and placed his staff over the Chichimeca god’s chest, ready to pierce his heart.
Then the god saw that his hands were trembling, and he felt an intense desire to flay him. However, he then remembered something Tania had said in Xochicalco:
“Every life in this world is precious.”
“That woman called me an addict,” the Toltec god of waters thought as he looked at his trembling hands and felt that intense desire to kill him.
“Am I really addicted to blood?” he wondered.
Tláloc then removed his staff from Uichilat’s chest.
“You will live another day,” he said, turning his back on him.
“Wait!” Uichilat shouted. “You will let me live with the humiliation of my defeat?”
“Although you are my enemy, I have decided to respect your life,” Tláloc replied. “If you want to commit suicide later, that is your problem, not mine.”
Uichilat closed his eyes, full of rage, and at that moment, he lost consciousness. His body lay upon the enormous crater their battle had caused.
“Why did I spare my rival’s life instead of killing him?” Tláloc thought at that moment, looking again at his trembling hands.
The god looked at Tollan’s destroyed wall and remembered Loki’s words:
“Then tear down that wall that divides the city of Tollan, and live among humans so you can understand Tania’s way of thinking.”
“The wall has fallen, at least in this dimension,” Tláloc thought. “Am I seeing something I was incapable of seeing before? Did those kids open my eyes to how wrong my actions were?”