"Let us drink the blood wine and swear an oath of blood!"
"Never surrender, fight to the death against the Aztecs!"
"Someone, quickly bring the blood wine!"
In the Temple, the chieftains of many tribes from the East were fervently shouting with excitement. Great Sun Chief Qiqini turned to whisper a few words to the Head Warrior Qiyan standing behind him. The latter gave a deep bow and headed out of the hall.
Soon, the Serpent Priestess Miyava swayed gracefully, carrying a clay pot filled with blood wine, accompanied by four lithe Serpent Assistant Priestesses. The strong smell of blood wafted from the opened clay pot, adding a sense of mystery and strangeness to the ancient Temple, while masking all other scents.
