The Threat of the Pale-Skinned Alien Race, Praise the Main God!

"A long, narrow Snake Island in the endless great lake, and white-skinned, long-bearded foreign demons?"

Gilim abruptly rose, no longer able to keep his calm. He fixed his eyes tightly on Xolotl's, his expression shifting between light and shadow. Only after a long while did he ask in a stern, deep voice.

"Ancestors witness! Your Highness, is this truly the enlightenment of the gods?"

"Ancestors witness!"

Xolotl nodded solemnly, his eyes full of sincerity, his face full of worry.

"The gods granted me dreams that foretold the future. I saw white-skinned demons come sailing in, wantonly spreading disease and destruction! Tens of thousands of the Alliance's people died helplessly in terrible sickness, like fallen leaves scattering in the wind. And with the help of their evil god, the white-skinned demons crossed the sea and came, gathering in ever greater numbers! They sold their souls to the evil god, bearing a greed for gold carved into their bones, the most treacherous schemes, and the most brutal slaughter! They will seize the lands of the Rubber People's descendants, enslave our yellow-skinned people, then surge onward like a flood to sweep across the whole world!"

Xolotl chanted as he rose, let out a long sigh, his expression extraordinarily grave.

The kingdom had risen with sudden force; his foundations were already deep, and had even faintly become a threat to Avet's royal power. To ease the contradictions within the Alliance, and to give all the tribes under heaven time to prepare, it was time to lay bare the prophecy of the colonizers' arrival!

These heavy words had pressed on the bottom of his heart for years, like a burden that could not be set down, at times making it hard to breathe. Now that he had spoken them openly, his whole body felt somewhat