Beneath the stoic grandeur of the castle, deep within the earth's embrace, Chief Tobi sat in the shadows of his prison cell, a silent sentinel awaiting a sign.
The sudden blare of a horn pierced the underground stillness—a sound woven into the very soul of the Aztec Empire.
This horn, whispered to carry the enchantments of spirits, ensured its call would reach even the most secluded ears, stirring warriors to battle.
This was the horn's rare clarion call, one that Chief Tobi recognized instantly, having only encountered its solemn summons twice before in his life. Its resonant tones now marked the third, signaling an assault upon their realm.
A knowing smile crept across Tobi's face as he stood, the echo of the horn still hanging in the air. "Finally, he is here," he murmured, a mix of anticipation and resolve in his voice.