章 123: Chapter 82: The Divine Tree and the Golden Eagle

In the highlands of Central America, October brings an autumn that is not cold, devoid of rustling and falling maple leaves, with evergreen pines and cedars instead. The autumn breeze gently caresses the cheek, the air filled with the refreshing scent of pine and cypress, also faintly carrying the fragrance of flowers.

Xiulote stood on a hill, looking at the army formation not far away where prisoners were being exchanged. The news of the ceasefire, like the warm sunshine, put relaxed smiles on the faces of the warriors from both sides. The Mexica warriors talked about their plans to return home, while the militia breathed sighs of relief. No longer would they combat the guerrilla Otomi in the mountain forests with their lives at stake.