Rebellion, Battle of Kuramo City

Flames burned before the temple, thick smoke drifted through the city, and the fierce slaughter had already gone on for two days and two nights. The rebel militia occupied most of the city, and thousands of civilians had already fled. On the city walls stood the banners of the Three Gods and the Purple Grass Family, just as in the days of the Tarasco Kingdom. And when the morning sun rose again, every color in Kuramo City was revealed. At this moment, this pearl on the shore of Atoyac Lake had been dyed crimson in the brutal fighting.

In the city center, blood flowed down from the Yakata Pyramid more than ten meters high, gathering into shallow streams. The old general Etalic wore heavy armor and sat upright in the Main God temple at the top of the pyramid. His expression was calm, and he held a corn cake in his hand, chewing it at an unhurried pace.

The Main God temple had not been rebuilt for long, and the remnants of murals of the Three Gods could still faintly be seen. Yet the mark of Hummingbird Sun stood in the center, the supreme Main God suppressing all remnants of the old gods. Beneath the Main God's mark, a Mexica War Priest held the Sutra of Ali in both hands and was chanting the chapters of the holy war aloud, encouraging the warriors' morale.

The commander was composed and confident; the priest was devout and fearless. Under their influence, the more than five hundred Mexica Warriors on the pyramid all settled down. Relying on the solid pyramid, they divided into three layers of defense.

At the outermost edge were four hundred warriors holding shields and spears, formed into a battle array suited for defense as they guarded the middle of