The ancient and solemn hall made of bluestone was adorned with the emblem of the Chief Divine, suspended and gleaming. Below the pure gold Sun Hummingbird, three people sat solemnly, studying a simple hand-drawn map.
At this moment, the young king straightened his back, lowered his finger, and pressed it on the eastern part of the map, at the lower reaches of the Tampen River, near its estuary on the Caribbean Sea. His face was full of determined resolve, as if proclaiming the ordained will of the Chief Divine.
"I want Cukuxicapan, Otter City!"
"The Vastec capital, Otter City?!"
Gilim's expression changed swiftly, and his demeanor grew severe.
