"This is the prayer room of the Guardian God Huitzilopochtli. Before ascending to the throne, your elder brother Asayacatl fasted here for seven days, contemplating the self and the gods."
"My child, you will do the same. Seven days from now will be your coronation ceremony."
The towering figure of the elder vanished behind the stone door. The stone door closed again with a solemn "boom," plunging the chamber back into utter darkness.
Aweit remained steadfast, sitting cross-legged against the wall, a sense of relief in his heart as he slowly sank into tranquil breathing. Before the lengthy meditation, there was only one concern: How was Xiulote faring now?