June arrived in the warm drizzle, soaking the coasts of the Totonac tribes. The rudimentary farmland was lush and green; the beans had just sprouted new buds, and the maize grew strong alongside the weeds—it was indeed the busy farming season. Yet, at this moment around Golden Bay City, the tribespeople couldn't spare the effort to clear the weeds. With fear on their faces, they gathered before the altar of the Feathered Serpent Divine, anxiously discussing, even in panic.
Travelers fled along the coastal roads, the escaping militia bringing terrifying news. More than half a month ago, the ancient Feathered Serpent Holy City to the north had already fallen under the Aztec invasion!
