The clouds cleared, the night fell deep. Moonlight poured down like water, spreading its cold glow, illuminating the sprawling Mexica camp outside Snake City, resembling a giant serpent poised to devour its prey. The large and small flags of Mexica nobility fluttered high, like the wings of a serpent, obscured in the shadows. And the bonfires lit across the camp were like the serpent's flashing scales, pulsating with a captivating murderous intent.
"Aowoo! Roar!..."
As the night deepened, a frenzy of hissing and howling suddenly erupted from the Mexica camp. This was quickly followed by the desperate cries of the City-State Warriors.
"Ah! Ah! The immortal sun has set!..."
"Sacrifice for the elders, revenge for the High Priest!..."
"Kill! Kill! Conquer Snake City, slaughter the Tlaxcallans!..."
"Aowoo! Roar!..."
