Dispatching Troops

Silence filled the low longhouse, with only the faint smell of blood drifting on the wind. Kakalot lay quietly on the ground, as if he had returned to the embrace of the Earth Mother. And those mysterious words, like a prophecy, fell upon the three men's hearts and lingered there, impossible to let go.

Bertad stepped forward, reached out to test the old Priest's breath, then turned back and shook his head.

"Your Highness, he is dead."

Xolotl's expression was grave as he reached down and picked up the wooden board from the ground. He looked at his own emblem and name, and for a long while said nothing. Only after some time did he look toward Caca.

"Caca, did you hear the old Priest's final words clearly?"

"Ah, honored Great Chief Death God!"

Caca carefully glanced at the name on the wooden board, then swept his eyes over Kakalot, who had died prostrate on the ground. Though he did not believe in gods, when faced with such a mysterious phenomenon, he still regarded it as a prophecy from a wasteland Priest, and his heart filled with awe toward Xolotl. Red Frog Chief lowered his head deeply and answered.

"Great Chief, Kakalot's final words were: O flower of death, the soul you have always sought is in the place where you ceaselessly travel, yet you can never catch it!"

Among the Chichimec, "Alan" meant "flower of death," while "leaving far behind" also carried the meaning of "travel," and "meeting" was also close to "capturing."

"Mm, about the same as what I heard."

Xolotl nodded calmly, but inside, stormy waves surged one after another.

"He knew my name, knew my emblem, and before dying prophesied that the flower of death could not catch me? Is this pointing to the secret of