The dawn over the city of Coltzin was tinged with an intense orange hue, but there was no beauty in that sunrise. It was a dark omen of the violence and destruction that lay ahead. A strategic city with its main avenue traversing the entire country of Mexico had become a dangerous and contested place.

On one side, in the northern part of the city, the invading United States army had stationed itself with determination. Meanwhile, in the south, the weakened Mexican army fought to make its way towards the city. The streets were blocked by the criminal group known as the Sons of Coltzin, who had ruled that territory for far too long. In this place, the authorities had lost their influence, unable to enter and exert their authority.

As the day progressed, clashes erupted on the streets and main avenues, leaving a trail of blood and suffering among civilians, soldiers, and drug traffickers. Even notorious drug lords like Diego "The Enigma" Torres and Andrea "The Tigress" Morales had lost their lives in the heat of battle. Despite this, the advance of the U.S. army was slow, as many of their soldiers lacked combat experience, barely young adults who had come of age.

Cruelty and bloodshed reached unimaginable limits. .45 caliber bullets from the U.S. army tore apart the bodies of children who defended their city alongside their families, while the elderly fought valiantly by their side. On that day, brutality was merciless, and suffering seemed to know no end.

But just as the sun began to set on the horizon, the sky turned ominously scarlet, foretelling what was to come. Dozens of Northrop Grumman RQ-4 Global Hawk bombers dropped massive payloads that, in the twilight, were almost imperceptible. As if sprinkling an invisible liquid from above, clouds of death spread across the city.

Suddenly, silence gripped everything, and the sky erupted in flames and explosions. No one was prepared for such horror. Surprise and despair overcame those in the city. When the fire finally subsided and the smoke dissipated, the scene was nightmarish. A sea of corpses extended everywhere—U.S. soldiers who had no time to react, drug traffickers who met their fate, and civilians trapped in the deadly dance.

While some fought to extinguish the consuming flames, others desperately tried to awaken their loved ones. The sight of bodies lying in the streets was unforgettable, silent witnesses to the disappearance of so many lives. Collapsed buildings buried entire families, compressing their bodies and leaving others trapped under the rubble, fighting for each breath.

That day, the orange dawn had marked the beginning of an unparalleled nightmare. The city of Coltzin would bear witness and become a victim of the most harrowing devastation. The price paid for generations of sins and government indifference had fallen upon them with a cruelty that overshadowed any imaginable suffering.