The wind was robust and the flags soared high as the marching Samurai maintained a grave composure, the clangor of their armor striking forcefully, demonstrating the King's power. Xiulote led a thousand trusted aides to inspect the valley, observing the captives' situation while pondering the management of the various Tribes.
Along the way, as far as the eye could see, winding rivers flowed through the valley, flanked by lush corn fields. The Otomi Agricultural Slaves numbly bowed their heads, clearing the scattered debris, corpses, and bloodstains in the valley. Tens of thousands from the Guajili Tribe had laid down their weapons, doffed their Cotton Armor, and were held in separate camps under watch. Unknown fears were etched on their faces, yet as the Royal Banner passed, the Canine Descendants lowered their heads, showing reverence to the mighty.
