The sunset gradually descends westward, illuminating the fiery clouds. The towering Great Temple is suffused with blood-red light, reflecting in the pale red Lake Texcoco, resembling the legendary and imposing Snake Mountain. The sacred sacrifice continues, the chant of the Priests echoing across the sky. The fervent cries of hundreds of thousands of people sound like the Thunderbolt in the hands of the Chief Divine. At this moment, the rolling thunder reverberates between the crimson sky, the dark red temple, and the blood-colored lake, as if the red Divine Kingdom has descended.
"Praise the Chief Divine! Praise the Divine King! Repay with devotion, repay with sacrifice and blood!"
This is the cry desiring war, representing the will of the Mexica people. This terrifying wave of shouts weighs heavily on the hearts of each foreign envoy, witnessed by the blood of the Tlaxcala Divine Descendants.
