"Hmm?!"
The raindrops pattered, unsettling the mind. The earlier duel, though it seemed long in the telling, lasted barely a quarter of an hour. Now, dusk arrived amidst the heavy rain, the cries of battle in the city were continuous and disordered. The dim light of day fell on Texiwhit's suddenly changed face, revealing a hint of shock and depth.
"What did you say?"
The burly Turquoise Great General stepped forward abruptly. He reached out his large hand and fiercely grabbed Tlahtolli's collar.
"Damn it, speak clearly to me!"
"...Cough, cough!"
Tlahtolli's chest ached sharply, compelling him to cough. He took a few deep breaths, glanced at his wife behind him, and replied in a low voice.
"The death of your family head has hidden causes... I can tell you everything I know! But, you must swear to the Chief Divine to spare me and Chichipate!"
"Hehe... Spare you?"
