Night lay deep and dim, dark clouds shrouding the sky. Fine rain came and went, and the firelight flickered bright and dark. Where light and shadow met the rainy night, it somehow made one think of sacrifice and death.
Old Militia Chiwako stood on the heights of Cloud Snake Rear Stronghold, holding the pale-faced Dark Snake by the hand. The two of them watched in silence as those familiar yet indistinct figures crossed the rope-and-plank cableway linking the two strongholds. They could hear nothing, only saw those familiar figures carrying weapons, vanishing for a moment and then reappearing. After that, the Kingdom's elite imperial guards moved forward without a sound, like Jaguars before the hunt. Along the narrow path wide enough for one person, they reached the opposite side one by one. And when the Jaguars that symbolized death had gathered in sufficient numbers, the truly ruthless slaughter began!
"Main God bless us! The Imperial Guard Legion has broken into the front stronghold. Black Snake did very well!... This final Cloud Snake Front Stronghold will fall completely tonight!... Haaha! After tonight, the Tlaxcalan's last resistance will cease to exist!"
Priest Mekat's face was filled with excitement as he walked to old Militia Chiwako's side and said with a laugh.
"The two thousand Cloud Snake Descendant priests and Noble Warriors on the other side are the backbone who fled from among the 1.2 million Tlaxcalan of the Four States and gathered here. They are the Resistance Alliance's Divine Enemies to the very end!..."
"Main God witness us! Captain of Warriors Bertad has already given the order... Stubborn, diehard enemies like these must be pulled up like grass by the roots, not a single one left alive!..."
"And Tlilcoatl, the Black Snake who surrendered, must also stain his own hands with blood.