As the sun set and night fell, the rear army's two thousand Samurai finally arrived with twenty thousand Militia and baggage, setting up camp in Xilotepec.
The campsite was abuzz with human voices. The Militia were busy organizing the baggage, grinding corn flour, baking cornbread, and preparing provisions for the departure the next day. The Samurai gathered by camp units, discussing their hopes of returning home and fantasizing about the beauty of their homeland. The new Commanders of each camp were not idle; they were using their time to familiarize themselves with the Centurions under their command and to restore the organizational structure of the army.
Inside the tent, Aweit shed the attire of the King and the burdens of royalty, revealing a more relaxed and comfortable demeanor.