Upon hearing this, another Elder Priest looked hopeful and shouted loudly.
"Yes! Let us surrender to the Mexica! No matter how harsh the conditions, as long as we can negotiate, preserve our status and lives...even if we become priests of a city-state or village, it's acceptable!"
"Ah! Negotiate? How? All the envoys we've sent have been killed, not a single one returned! We've interrogated the captured Mexica Death Warriors: they are avenging the High Priest!... The dignified High Priest of the Lake Capital City, mysteriously died in the Holy City of Cholula! It's said that he inhaled the Divine Smoke given by Petl, consumed the Potion given by Petl before he died..."
A middle-aged Elder Priest squinted his eyes, quietly scrutinizing the pale-faced Priest Leader, Petl.
"I think...to quell the anger of the Mexica, we must hand over the perpetrator behind the murder of the High Priest..."
"...How did it come to this? How did it end up like this?!"
