As a craze for cultivation swept Blue Star, Hodgson spent a long time thinking in the Indian reservation in the United States. His face painted and a feathered headdress on his head, he finally decided to leave the reservation and fly back to the White House in Washington.
When he had been forced into Lucifer's Game, the other congressmen had all chosen to go to the Papal State and rely on the Earthly Angel's power to fight Florence. He alone had felt a summons from the Feathered Serpent God.
In an age when the supernatural was revealing itself, a powerful premonition tied to a god often meant that god was calling to you.
So he had left the group and come to the Indian reservation, intending to summon His Majesty Kukulkan, who was renowned throughout the Americas, and borrow his power against Florence.
But his teammates had proved far too capable. Before he could even make contact with His Majesty Kukulkan, they had pulled off a godlike feat and killed Florence.
I hadn't even made my move, and you were already down. I really am fortune's favorite, a chosen one.
Then came the problem.
The enemy was finished, and he had won Lucifer's Game without lifting a finger. Did he still need to summon His Majesty Kukulkan?
In the end, his answer was no.
The Olmec Civilization, the Aztecs, the Maya, the Indians, and many other civilizations native to the Americas all worshipped this feathered, flying serpent as their supreme Chief God.
Countless gods served under the Great Serpent as his enforcers and divine messengers, adding to his Radiance.
He might not have been the first god of Creation, the original Creator, or even a god-king.
But neither Dark Tezcatlipoca, one of the four pillar gods, nor Huitzilopochtli, the God