In the seaside lands of April, it was already late spring. The sprawling grass and trees, the harvested bean fields, the migrating flocks of wild geese—all symbolized a vibrant vitality. Meanwhile, the Mexica Plateau presented a scene of mid-spring lushness. The fields being burned along the lake, the tribes migrating eastward, and the large groups of militia transporting grain were continuously expanding the Mexica Alliance's control over the Tlaxcala lands!
Tens of thousands of royal legions, after two years of silence, finally marched out from the Texcoco Lake District. Under the unfathomable will of the Divine King, the tide, woven with dark green and platinum, spread towards strategic places in all directions. They suppressed the nobles of the various states, paid attention to the changing times, and awaited the kingdom's promise… Would it be the passionate welcome of victory, or the merciless icy killing intent? Everything depended on the thoughts of the two kings.
