The night was deep, and the fire flickered within the large tent, licking at the warm shadows. In the golden borders, the silhouette of Xiulote was tall and elongated, gradually swallowing the submissive woman. He stood tall and upright, like a high-flying eagle, watching the graceful Water Serpent prostrate on the ground, his gaze cold as he ordered in a deep voice.
"Miyava, since Great Sun Chief Qiqini wishes to surrender and pledge loyalty to the Alliance... then I will give him three days to open the city gates and let the kingdom's legions enter the city!"
Upon hearing this, the Serpent Priestess Miyava lowered her eyes submissively, raised her head, revealing a face both pitiable and alluring, and softly pleaded.
"Mighty Highness!... All the tribes of Golden Bay wish to surrender to you. However, the chieftains of these tribes are all worried about the Alliance's tradition of sacrifice..."
