The night was deep, just before the dawn. Two revered Divine Descendants of the Golden Bay Tribes stood face to face before the murals of warriors and giant snakes, silent for a long time. The firelight reflected their changing expressions, like the coils of a snake in the shadows, swirling with complex and dark emotions.
"Miyava, the intelligence from the Alliance is indeed credible; it comes from the Lake Capital City. I am not deceiving you. As long as you assassinate the envoy of the God of Death, the kingdom's eastern expedition army will collapse! Even if they capture Golden Bay City, they will not be able to stay for long. The Divine Descendants of the tribes can leave by sea. And when we return, the land of the Totonac will still belong to the Totonac people!"
"Qiqini, I've said I have no opportunity to assassinate the envoy! Moreover, even if I sacrifice myself and succeed by luck, all that would be left for the tribes is destruction!"
