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Aztec Civilization: Destiny to Conquer America!

In the year 1469, the Aztec Empire in Central America was at its zenith. A soul from the future transgressed time to come here, intent on saving the fate of the Indian people from destruction and establishing an empire in Central America! The Age of Exploration had just begun its prologue, with European colonizers venturing into the unknown world. Europeans were on the rise, intent on conquering the rich lands of America and colonizing the vast New World. They were poised to embark on an expansion that would take them from America, to Africa, to India, to the Far East, and control the world for the next five hundred years! But now, an immortal spirit sought to change all of that. He would unite Central America under one rule, inherit the two-thousand-year legacy of American civilization, and resist the invasion of Western colonizers. He would spend centuries leading Aztec civilization onto the path of destiny to conquer America! Without the land and wealth of America, what would become of the Westerners? And in which direction would the world turn?

Swinging the sword to cut through the clouds and dreams · Histoire
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Chapter 88 Fate and Poison

The setting sun cast brilliant rays of light, resembling the majestic gaze of the Heavenly Divine looking down upon the mortal realm, leaving behind its slanted reflection. The tops of Temples and palaces were reflected in the evening glow, shimmering with a brilliance too dazzling for the eye, transforming them into the Throne of the Gods on earth.

Upon this throne sat an Elder who had ruled over the Empire for fifty years. The glow of twilight blurred his visage, leaving only a pair of eyes that held the world, bore witness to the centuries, somber and unrelenting.

Upon hearing the words of Chief Priest Quetzal, the Elder slightly lowered his head to gaze down at the youth below, like a leaf. Seeing the young sprout-age of the boy, the Elder heaved a contemplative sigh.

The sigh of the Rain Divine would turn into an autumn breeze, and where that breeze blew mournfully, leaves would rustle and fall, drifting to the earth.