Nashu

The night wind blew in, and candleflames flickered in the breeze, illuminating the murals of the gods. The side hall was deep and secluded; darkness floated beyond the firelight, swallowing the corners of the walls. The candles burned soundlessly, light and shadow swaying forward and back, and the gods on the murals seemed almost alive.

Xolotl sat in silence, quietly waiting, sensing something. He raised his head and glanced at the murals in the side hall. The Main God at the center still shone bright beneath the offering of candlelight. But the death god in the corner had already hidden himself in the darkness, stretching out his long red tongue.

"Hm? Did I fall asleep?"

High Priest Xutl suddenly opened his eyes. He shook his head; his eyes stayed cloudy for a while before they cleared again. He was old, lacking in energy, and after an entire exhausting day, he truly could not hold on. Just now, while speaking, he had abruptly fallen asleep. Fortunately, the summer night was very warm, so there was no need to worry about catching cold.

"Grandfather, please rest early. You must take care of your health!"

Xolotl reached out and held his grandfather's slightly cool old hand, worry showing in his eyes.

"It's no matter."

The High Priest smiled and squeezed his grandson's hand in return. Warmth filled his eyes as he spoke softly.

"Xolotl, my child, is there anything else you need?"

Xolotl was just about to shake his head when he saw the map on the table. He pondered for a moment, but still opened his mouth to ask.

"Grandfather. The Alliance's maps and records, if it's convenient..."

"Mm. I'll have someone compile a set of the Alliance records held by the High Priest Council."

The High Priest understood at once. He