The dawn was approaching, the bright moon sinking into the West Mountain, yet the morning sun hadn't risen. It was the darkest moment of the day. Torches were lit on the walls of Snake City, campfires rose outside the Mexica encampment, and between these two sources of light were the Tree Snake Samurai dashing through the shadows.
Telavito held a war club and, stepping through the shadows of the night, led five hundred elite warriors on a rapid charge! They had preserved their strength and prepared well, running with such speed. In but a quarter of an hour, the group reached within two hundred paces of the camp.
"滴!...滴!..."
At this distance, the firelight from the Mexica camp illuminated them, and the assault team could no longer hide. The patrolling Mexica Warrior squad was taken aback and immediately blew a warning horn. The piercing horn sound echoed through the night sky, awakening all the sleeping warriors and militia from sweet dreams into a real nightmare.
"Go!"
