The burning smoke drifted away from the water gate, carrying the distinct volcanic odor of sulfur, as if it connected to the Netherworld below. The slanted evening sun poured its brilliance from above the city walls, casting a splendid and warm golden glow that seemed to link to the Divine Kingdom in the heavens.
In this moment, the sturdy water gate suddenly collapsed, and the Mexica army surged forth like a god-given blessing, breaching the weakened West City in one fell swoop! All the Defending Army within the fortress then faced an inevitable grave choice: Would they fight to the bitter end and head to the Netherworld below, or would they surrender and make a sacrificial journey to the Divine Kingdom above?