The bold singing echoed throughout the entire army camp, spreading for miles, causing the spring rain to cease.
The priest leader of Cholula, the elderly Petl, slowly stood up from the corner of the camp. Following the footsteps of a few royal guards, he walked out of the simple tent. The royal guards were clad in copper armor, their footsteps clanging, drawing Petl's careful gaze as he pondered.
Soon, the rousing songs of the samurai reached the ears of the old priest leader. He couldn't help but pause briefly, his eyes narrowing like a fox's.
"Ah! The War God descends from the Divine Kingdom,
Promising the glory of the Mexica people...
Who are the descendants of the Divine?
He is the Mexica King!
Who is the true warrior?
He is the hero of the Mexica people!
..."
Petl pursed his lips, lost in deep thought. After a while, he exhaled a long breath, sighed deeply, and his face returned to calm.
