The night on the northern shore of Warrior Lake was not quiet. The faint howls of wolf packs carried through the dark and went on for the entire night. This fertile land of the north had only just been opened up, and everywhere was filled with a wild, untamed air.
Early the next morning, the even wilder Bosalos hunters scrambled excitedly up from their grass beds. They found a nearby Wasteland Priest and held a prayer ritual before hunting the wolf pack.
The Wasteland Priest Zudi, strong as a bear, wore a solemn expression as he set up a stone altar. On the altar, he arranged several animal teeth, laid down some leaves and grass, planted a pair of antlers for the God of the Hunt... and finally, he actually planted a wooden carving of the Sun Hummingbird.
"Huh? These Wasteland Priests also believe in the Main God?"
The people of the Longship stood not far away, watching the prayer ritual. Divine Inspiration Priest Mekat looked astonished, staring at that crude but accurate emblem of the Main God, finding it rather unbelievable.
"Ha! What's so strange about that? The tribes on the wasteland have always worshiped and revered powerful gods!"
Wasteland Warrior Chipawa curled his lip. As a self-professed Tarasco man, he had no favorable feelings toward the war Main God of the Mexica People. However, like the warriors of the wasteland, he held fear and respect in his heart for the God of War who could summon thunder and fire. After all...
"Ah! After all... that southward march of the allied tribes ran into the Mexica army's Northern Expedition... Damn it! Those flames that filled the sky, and that terrifying thunder—even after so many years, they could still scare a man awake in his dreams!... A few years ago,