The night was deep and dark, the blackness before dawn. Two God-descendants revered by the Golden Bay Tribes stood facing each other before murals of warriors and giant serpents, neither speaking for a long time. Firelight shone over their shifting expressions, like snakes coiling in the shadows, flowing with emotions complex and dark.
"Miahua, the Alliance's intelligence is indeed trustworthy. It came from the Lake Capital. I haven't lied to you. As long as His Highness the Death God is assassinated, the Kingdom's Eastern Expedition army will collapse! Even if they can capture Golden Bay City, they won't be able to stay for long. The tribe's God-descendants can leave by sea. And when we return, the land of the Totonac will still belong to the Totonac!"
"Chichini, I told you, I have no chance to assassinate His Highness! What's more, even if I sacrificed myself and somehow succeeded by luck, what would be left for the tribe would only be destruction!"
The Snake Priestess, Miahua, lowered her eyes and shook her head firmly. Her face held a fearless, chilling righteousness, while thoughts flowed through her heart. With her status and position as a God-descendant priestess, since she had a broad path of retreat and a better choice, she was unwilling to play the doomed warrior, pulling chestnuts from the fire for someone else.
"The brutal Great Chief Black Wolf will break through Golden Bay City and slaughter tens of thousands of Golden Bay Tribesmen! Even if the God-descendants can leave, and return to the city-state after the Kingdom's army withdraws, what is a tribe without its God-descendants? My brother, are you really going to sacrifice the entire tribe to save these so-called Totonac?"
". May the ancestors and the gods be able to forgive me! Ah!"
Great Sun Chief Chichini