Hearing the Poet Warrior's words, Natali remained in a daze. In agony, he clutched his own hair, unwilling to look at the burning Temple, nor willing to look at the noblemen and women leaving the city. Since the betrayal by the City-State of Otapan, his heart had been filled with hopeless despair. Unable to hold on much longer, he and his brothers had surrendered to the Mexica army one after another.
Subsequently, they were stationed in the mountain camps to the west, under the surveillance of the Mexica Samurai, and taught by the War Priests for a full two months. Then, a thousand Otomi captives were completely dispersed and assigned to different armies. As for him, he was assigned to Balamo, the Camp Commander of the mountain camps, and the Poet Warrior.