The red sun set between the mountains, casting ripples of light on Lake Texcoco. The twilight turned into glowing colors, shining in the horizon's end. As dusk fell, smoke once again rose from all parts of the capital city, accompanied by endless evening prayers of praise, like the Divine Kingdom on earth.
The grand palace stood majestically, with the High Priest seated on the throne of the gods, calm and composed, handling the daily ecclesiastical affairs.
In the midst, the envoy of King Aweit had come once. The envoy met with the Prince of Tlacopan, confirmed the capture mission in Tlacopan, and swiftly departed again. Now, the Royal Warriors of the capital had long been deployed to the City-State of Tlacopan to assist in suppressing the rebellion.
Xiulote sat cross-legged, perusing the documents at hand, pondering the direction of further reforms.
