The night was deep, and the jungle was eerie. The exploration team treated the wounded and began to board the ships. The Mayapan people were still scouring the battlefield, collecting spoils of war from the corpses. The leaders of both sides gathered in front of a bonfire, staring at each other, waiting silently.
"The cost of compensation..."
The Mayan merchant Tikalo lowered his gaze, lost in thought and silent. He did have some aces up his sleeve to calm the kingdom's wrath. However, in the difficult situation of the remnants of the Mayapan, such aces were already scarce. Once given away, the value of the Mayapan remnants to the kingdom...
"Forget it! I really have no choice."
Tikalo's gaze swept past the Obsidian Dagger stained with blood in Priest Tomate's hand. This dagger had cut lobsters, etched divine runes, and naturally offered sacrifices. Faced with such a threat, he sighed lightly and looked at the young Divine Descendant Ti'aj Kin.
