"Boom boom boom!"
The night had yet to fully retreat, with only a sliver of pale blue on the horizon, like a tattered edge adorned with distant mountains and cold mist. Frog Water City awoke amidst thin mist and flames, facing a slaughter akin to death and sacrifice. Thousands of the Royal Legion were spread across the narrow mountain pass and the slopes on both sides. The two thousand Zapotecs Defending Army on the walls of Frog Water City were like reefs barely holding against the dark green Mexica tide!
"Boom!"
