The warm wind of May, howling from the southeastern sea, brought the first rain of the rainy season. For days, Feathered Serpent City had been attacked in turns by four City State armies, gradually bleeding dry. And now, the Mexica legion was making a grand move, the royal family and the City-State warriors donning their armor and climbing together, attacking all four city walls. The once formidable Feathered Serpent City was at its last stand.
The sun in the sky was shrouded by layers of clouds, casting broad shadows, dimming the mountain forests in all directions, and darkening the battlements where the fighting raged. Star-like raindrops fell from afar, soaking the defenses littered with bodies inside and outside the walls, blending with countless fresh bloodstains, inseparable from each other.
"Praise the Chief Divine! Fight for the gods, kill the Tlaxcala people!"
"Oh God of the Hunt! We sacrifice ourselves for Him, here and now, a deadly struggle with the Mexica!"
