The skull relief is carved in the ancient hall, and the death murals surround the two people in the corner.
Obsidian Samurai falls to the ground, bleeding, and laughing hoarsely. The boy curls up tightly in her arms, staring ahead in fear. Head Warrior strides forward, holding the sharp bronze sword diagonally. A path is opened by many Great Shield warriors, who then follow closely behind.
"Bertade, spare their lives!"
The King shouted, and Head Warrior slowed his steps, turning the edge of his bronze sword to its thick side.
"Hahaha! Mexica, you shall forever be in doubt!"
Obsidian Samurai laughs maniacally, using her uninjured right hand to draw the long dagger from her waist. Then, she lowers her head and softly kisses the boy's forehead.
The boy looks up, in this temple filled with death, staring blankly at the person he trusts most in his life. He sees the tears in Obsidian Samurai's eyes and feels the gentle kiss on his forehead.
"White Serpent...sister?"
