The noon sun ascended to the zenith, casting down a scorching blaze. The sky was half clear, half cloudy, like death burning with fierce fire. And within the inner city of Cholula, charred and crimson traces were everywhere, as were the corpses of the Divine Descendants and the scattered noble Feather Crowns.
Tens of thousands of Mexica warriors poured into the inner city, cleansing all resistance throughout the night. Xiulote donned armor and helmet, walking along the wide and desolate streets of the inner city, guarded by two hundred Armored Personal Guards, toward the towering Great Pyramid marvel.
