The red sandalwood smoldered slowly in the white jade furnace, twinkling with bright specks, rising in a faint mist, emanating a mellow woody fragrance. The gentle aroma lingered in the great tent, refreshing the spirit. All the officers stood silently in awe, waiting for His Highness's decision.
In the midst of the pure fragrance, Xiulote observed quietly, gently touching. The warm sandalwood had an even hue, the material delicate, carved into a beautiful hummingbird; and the slightly cool jade furnace was crystal clear, smooth and lustrous, polished into a pure sun. The sun's hummingbird burned intensely, radiating light, heat, and fragrance, altering the surrounding environment. It was just like the Mexica legion, with the light of faith, the zeal of conquest, and the stench of slaughter, reshaping everything in the Michoacán region!