The azure mountains were like the sea, White Snake City perched on a hill, quietly standing. The setting sun was like blood as the military camps spread outside Tree Snake City, the samurais bustling. In the grand tent of the main Mexica commander, a brief assassination had just concluded.
Xiulote wore copper armor, a copper sword at his waist, his expression calm as he sat at the upper seat of the grand tent.
To his left was the Shadow Guard Nashu, clad in leather armor and holding a long dagger. To his right was the Guard Commander Ecatl, wearing heavy armor with a short shield and a bronze axe. In front of him was the Shield Guard Ters with a great shield, closely protecting him. The three were on full alert, watching the entrance of the tent, yet none had been stained with blood.
