"Oh great Rain God, with your wise eyes, you see through the soul, discerning all black and white! ... Andiwei! You betrayed your family, betrayed the Alliance, betrayed the revered Divine, and led the Mexica people here! You have shamed your ancestors, destined to fall into the deep Abyss, your body corroded by rain, to endure endless storms as Divine Punishment! ..."
Elder Priest Ita cursed angrily. Andiwei remained silent, his head bowed, his expression unclear. He stumbled forward, his fingers trembling slightly, yet firmly gripping the Obsidian Dagger.
"The Rain God will bring down disasters! Punish you... Ah! ... Ugh... Hahaha! ..."
Elder Ita's eyes suddenly widened, his face twisted with intense pain. He could no longer utter a word of rebuke, only using his dying, unyielding gaze to deeply curse the young and revered betrayer.
"Puff, tsk! ... Puff tsk!"
