The wooden and stone fortress perched high upon the mountain peaks seemed as if it would merge with the heavens. The treacherous cliffs blocked any climbers, like hundred-meter-high walls bestowed by the divine. The Cloud Serpent Mountain City stood as a bastion between mountain and sky, guarding the last descendants of the Tlaxcala Divine.
At this moment, thousands of Mexica warriors clad in armor were glaring murderously upwards from the mountain's base. The shadowy figures of the Tlaxcala warriors, on the other hand, were demonstrating atop the Cloud Serpent Outer City, raising their bows and javelins high in defiance. Warriors on both sides shouted fiercely, their voices loud enough to disturb the flocks of birds in the sky! Yet they remained separated by the terrain, halted on either end of the natural fortress, never truly clashing.
"O Chief Divine! Is this the invincible mountain stronghold, the ancestral land of the Tlaxcalans, Tepeticpac-Tlaxcala, the Cloud Serpent City?!"
