The Royal Banner of Death God Black Wolf flew high, appearing from the far end of the horizon and coming toward the sprawling camp. In the camp, a banner of the Black Wolf commander fluttered as well. Both towering banners bore black wolves, but their postures and patterns were different. The one in the distance was the beast-form incarnation of Death God Xolotl, head lifted to gaze at the sky; the one nearby was the night-patrolling Black Wolf who guarded The Sun's rising.
And as the two banners gradually drew close, the several thousand kingdom-core warriors in the great camp began cheering in excitement. Their cheers came from the bottom of their hearts, devout as prayers!
"Praise the supreme and majestic Main God! Praise the ever-victorious His Highness of Divine Inspiration!"
This was the cheer of the Mexica Warriors, filled with respect and love.
"Main God! It is the merciful king! Our supreme king has come!"
This was the praise of the Purepecha Warriors, devout and reverent, even somewhat fanatical.
"Ah! Great great chief! Death God great great chief! His magic power is boundless!"
This was the cry of amazement from the Guachichil warriors, awe from the depths of their hearts and prostration from the instincts of their bodies.
Black Wolf ran amid the deafening cheers. He ran up the small hill, ran toward the lakeside, and finally arrived beneath the Royal Banner of Death God Black Wolf. His heart surged with emotion, and before that familiar, upright figure, he dropped straight to his knees.
"Your Highness! Your Black Wolf requests audience with his supreme Wolf King!"
"May the Main God bless us! Good! My Black Wolf, you have not failed my expectations! You went on the Eastern Expedition for a year, defeated countless enemies, and are the Black Wolf