The rainy season's sky was always unpredictable. Moments before, the sun shone brilliantly; then, suddenly, it was overcast with dense clouds. The dark clouds overshadowed the sun, casting gloom on the land and leaving shadows in people's hearts.
As Ozoma shouted, Bertade instantly raised his bronze sword, shielding His Highness. Toltec drew his war club, guarding behind His Highness. Keka's hand was on his war club at his waist. He intended to draw his weapon to guard the Great Chief. But after glancing at the vigilant Black Wolf General, he lowered his hand and just stood there, motionless.
Xiulote looked puzzled. He turned his head, glanced indifferently at the old Priest Teya, and then looked toward Arno who lay on the ground.
"What's going on here?"
Facing the sudden turn of events, the old Priest Teya was at a loss. He knelt down in fear, kowtowing vigorously while crying out anxiously.
