The moon hides, stars are sparse, Samurai return to the South. Fifty Mexica Warriors are hurrying through the night, guarding the High Priest's holy body, rushing urgently to the South.
Eva carries the High Priest, hastening along without rest. The High Priest's body is extremely emaciated, like a light leaf, perched on the body of the Personal Guard Warrior without hindering his run at all. He traverses the outer city filled with houses, bursts through the outskirts where Warriors patrol, crosses the dim flat plains, ascends the undulating hills, and finally arrives at the camp of the Southern Legion at the dawn of light.
The patrolling Warrior squad verifies the identity and hurriedly lets them pass. In just a quarter, Eva crosses the camp and arrives before the general's tent.
