"...The Holy City of Cholula, with its long-standing legacy, truly admirable!"
The High Priest nodded with a faint smile. Since its use leads to weakness, it's merely exhausting the vitality of the body through herbs. Such indulgence in pleasure at the cost of life, extreme enjoyment, is never favored by the wise. However, his life was nearing its end, and if he'd die amidst joy...
"No! The decline of life is a natural cycle. To go against it, to temporarily enjoy youth, is nothing but burning twigs brightly, it only burns faster."
The High Priest shook his head, calmly refusing. He wouldn't leave such a death to his legitimate grandson.
"Petl, tonight I'll stay in the Outer City, resting under the guard of the Mexica Warriors."
"...As you command."
Petl raised his eyebrows, suppressed his emotions, and nodded respectfully.
"Then I shall escort you to the Outer City!"
