The scorching sun rises and falls, leaving a day of fiery red and halo in the vast seaside lands. As the sky darkens, the temperature difference between day and night and the pressure difference between sea and land stir up strong winds on the coast, billowing people's robes and making feather crowns flutter.
"Ecatl, this wind carries a lot of moisture... The rainy season in the seaside lands comes earlier than in the highlands and will soon arrive!"
Xiulote, wearing a feather crown and clad in a white robe, stood on a small hill by the Adobe River. His deep-set eyes gazed across the banks of the Great River, observing the incoming and outgoing boats, while large groups of militia moved forward with loads…
The young king watched the eastern horizon for a long while before softly speaking.
