The rains of July fluttered down, soaking the lush fields and nurturing the early blossoming summer flowers. On the south bank of the Lerma River, the raindrops in the Lake Region were like cheerful bamboo flutes, melodies connecting from one to the next, forming a long line drawn by an ink brush, covering the entire canopy of the sky. On the north bank of the Lerma River, the downpour over the Mountain City was like heavy war drums, each beat falling into the ear, accompanied by the highland thunder, solemnizing the boundless land.
In the sparse wind and rain, envoys after envoy left Otapan Mountain City in all directions. Soon, Otomi Warriors and Militia from all over started to mobilize. Thousands of Warriors formed camps, converging into legions, and gradually gathered at the Mountain City; an even greater number of Militia took up Long Spears, shouldered food supplies, sustaining the army's logistics.
