Moonlight flowed like water, falling from the western curtain of sky and drawing the towering Firework God Mountain into a long shadow that stretched like a giant serpent. And clusters of shining firelight kindled within the mountain range's majestic shade.
At that moment, if one looked down at the mountains from the distant night sky, it would be like seeing the Coastal Giant Serpent of tribal myth, the one that devoured all things! The giant serpent was slowly waking from its slumber, opening countless bright eyes. It looked coldly toward the gods in the river of stars, revealing greedy hunger and murderous intent. It would eat all the old gods and bury every trace of divinity from the old days. And the newborn Sun would be born from its belly, just like the ancient prophecy...
"The gods will die in the river of stars, and the Main God will ascend to the highest! All the tribes will return to unity, reforged into the descendants of the Rubber People! And all of this must be realized in my hands. It absolutely cannot be delayed and left to our descendants anymore!..."
Xolotl looked up at the stars, his chest burning with the grand ambition of a First Emperor. The wars of conquest under heaven were gradually entering a new stage. To him at this moment, the slaughter over one city or one patch of land was already far less important than planning the whole picture, than unifying the hearts of the peoples of every tribe! Therefore, for talented people who could truly help him in the integration of culture and faith, in the great undertaking of forging a nation together, he would also be especially tolerant, giving them free rein and important roles!
Thinking this, Xolotl turned his head, a gentle smile