The intense midday sun bathed the earth, and the New Year's festival reached its climax. Where the elders and the King passed, the ground was filled with prostrate worshippers, continuous cheers, and celebratory song and dance. The Priest's chanting, accompanied by the prayers of the people, recited the new doctrine in the community for the first time, while burning pine and sandalwood enveloped the Lake Capital City—it had indeed become the Divine Kingdom.
"The Mexica are devout believers in deities, fierce and combative."
Xiulote remembered the evaluation from future generations and couldn't help but smile wistfully. Then, smelling the strong incense and listening to the high-pitched chanting, he made his way through the frenzied crowd into a secluded alley. The Head Warrior followed closely behind him, and the two of them headed straight for the Montezuma Palace, following the waterway flickering with Wick Grass.