"Blessings of the Main God! After conquering the Lake Chapala Region and conquering the shores of Sea Woman City, the population of the Lake Kingdom's six counties has already reached an astonishing two million! The Lake Kingdom I built with my own hands has already become a military machine second only to the Alliance under heaven, ceaselessly expanding outward, expanding, and expanding again! ..."
The Sun slanted westward over the Eastern Sea, the red sun sinking onto the water. Heaven and earth were awash in crimson clouds, reflecting a boundless vastness. Xolotl stood in the palace of Hidden Snake City, gazing at the western sky through a half-open wall window. In this rich, beautiful, and comfortable Coastal Land, he had lingered too long—so long that everything on the highlands had grown somewhat distant.
From the far end of this shore of the Eastern Sea, he looked toward the hills in the west. Majestic Tenochtitlan lay twelve hundred li to the west. And the kingdom's Royal Capital, Tzintzuntzan, was a full two thousand li away!
"Main God! I have been away from the Royal Capital of Tzintzuntzan for four and a half years! ... That military machine I formed and strengthened with my own hands has been running on its own for far too long! ... But when will I be able to return to the Royal Capital of Tzintzuntzan, return to the towering Palace of Wind, and return once more to the governing center of the kingdom?"
At that thought, Xolotl's gaze grew deep, and his expression darkened. The Eastern Expedition had already ended, with only the final alliance meeting with the Jungle Tribes remaining. Avet had long since arranged the victorious festival and was only waiting for him to return to the center of the Great Alliance, to that