As the morning sun rose, thousands of ruthless Mexica Warriors surged out of the camp like a tide, heading straight to the base of White Snake City. They wore Copper Armor, Copper Helmets, stained with blood, striding coldly forward, throwing one White Snake Warrior's head after another at the base of the city. Soon, nearly two thousand heads formed a small hill, silently displayed before the warriors atop the city walls.
On top of White Snake City, the Samurai and the Militia were dead silent. Even though they stood on one of the most impregnable strongholds in the world, it could not offer them any safety or assurance. This City-State, without reinforcements and unable to break through, no longer had any hope of changing its fate.
Soon, a Royal Banner with a Black Wolf emblem made its way from behind the thousands of Mexica Warriors, rising high in the gaze of tens of thousands of people.
