The autumn wind rustled through the valley, turning the sparse trees of the wilderness yellow and bringing with it an air of chilling solemnity. After the Great Chief of Chichika fell in battle, the Guajili Tribes all lost their will to fight. In the days that followed, the Mexica legion marched swiftly northwards, pursuing the fleeing enemy and accepting surrenders.
Red Monkey Chieftain Ozoma did not break his word. He left and returned the next day with Red Deer Chieftain Masate and offered up Pamus City at the center of the valley.
Guided by the two Guajili chieftains, Xiulote led his personal army slowly northward, nearing a fertile valley that spanned dozens of miles. The Black Wolf's banner flew high, and thousands of Armored Warriors bore a stern visage. They passed harvested fields and tribes whose people lay prostrate in fear, eventually arriving at an ancient and rudimentary town.