May was the season of spring plowing, and the earth was budding with life. To the east of God Mountain lay desolation and slaughter, while to the west lay lush growth and peace. Hundreds of thousands of Mexica farmers were busy in the fields, sowing a year's hope. And tens of thousands of Alliance militia carried grain on their backs, struggling to transport it along the northern and southern routes to supply the army's provisions.
Follow the grain convoys in search of their source, and one would see that the starting point of the northern and southern grain roads was none other than the magnificent Lake Capital! Hundreds of canoes bustled without pause, carrying grain and military supplies to the shore, where, under the warriors' supervision, they were handed over to the militia transporters.
Lake Texcoco shimmered with ripples of light, like a silver mirror fallen to the earth, reflecting the world's prosperity. Yet at the far end where the lake waters connected, the great market of the northern city had already been placed under strict control! All grain, copperware, and Obsidian had been requisitioned by the Alliance, and not the slightest amount was allowed to flow out during the Eastern Expedition!
The Eastern Expedition, though it seemed as if it were crushing rotten wood and snapping dead branches, was in truth a war that staked the entire nation. And in the vast Lake Capital, only four thousand Royal Warriors were stationed at this time, focused on guarding the central palace and the Temple District.
"We must believe in our god, Huitzilopochtli! He is supreme and mighty, all-powerful! May he bless the kingdom, may the Eastern Expedition go smoothly, and may our Alliance's sworn enemies be destroyed!"
Upon entering the palace district, the women's devout prayers drifted from the mansions