The blazing sun hung high and wheeled on, its radiance never ceasing. It set beyond the Granada mountains on the eastern side of the Atlantic, then in the blink of an eye crossed ten thousand li and rose from the Tlaxcala mountains on the western side. Soon, the first light of the rising Morning Sun fell upon the summit of Cloud Snake Fortress, while the black wolf banner of the Death God snapped and streamed beside the altar on the peak.
"Praise the Main God! May You send down dawn to illuminate the road before me, and guide my future as well!... I am the God-Inspired blessed by the god, the king destined to lead all under heaven... The vast Age of Great Voyages has already drawn open its curtain. In all this world, I alone can see through the fog of history and know clearly my enemies and my friends. I will always walk the correct path, see the course of history clearly, and create a glorious future for the countless Rubber People!..."
The spring wind blew across the Mexico plateau in April, and everywhere was warm, even the morning light bright to the brim. Xolotl, draped in a short white robe, stood beside the altar at the highest point of Cloud Snake Fortress and prayed sincerely toward the Morning Sun rising in the east.
After a short prayer, he drew the Obsidian Dagger at his waist, cut open the palm of his left hand, and let red drops of blood fall onto the altar as a sacrifice offered to the Main God.
"My Supreme Main God, You must shelter Your children! May the great alliance be united as one, may the Divine King and I dispel our estrangement, may Black Wolf's Maya campaign go smoothly with the wind