The wails of the Militia echoed around the pyramid, like a murder of dying crows. The Samurai's shouts of slaughter came from the city walls, interspersed with the growing fervor of the Mexica people, announcing the fall of the City-State. The sky was a low-hanging cloud, the earth a blood-stained city. And between the sky and the earth stood the towering Pyramid Temple, the holiest abode of the God of the Hunt.
"Hmm? Chichipate..."
Hearing Telavito's call, Okote finally shifted his gaze from the gemstone-adorned golden idol. His expression was dim, and after looking at the brave Cloud Serpent Hunter for a moment, he sighed softly.
"Forget it! I was originally going to take them with me on this journey..."
"Family Head?"
Itz's eyes moved as he raised his head. He looked at Okote standing there, ever ready to die fighting for the Family Head.
"Itz, Telavito, you are warriors blessed by the Cloud Serpent; perhaps you really can break out of the encirclement."
