The clanking of wine cups and the shouts of the warriors behind Xaloc echoed in his ears. They had conquered the Corinth Fortress, one of the two remaining strongholds of the Temple of Apollo after seven weeks of setting.
It was a thing of great joy and the news of the victory would have outstanding effects on other war fronts. But this had not been Xaloc's initial plan, as for the reason why he had done so, the glory would be given to his personal mantra.
"Every debt has its debtor, every injustice has its perpetrator."
This was his firm belief. Every gratitude must be repaid and every debt must be reciprocated, not a cent more and not a dime less.
Gods were so much more powerful than mortals, their power able to change the tides of the war immensely. It was an unspoken rule that gods should not interfere much in the wars of mortals and descendants, he had given space, just leading the advance as a don't of spiritual comfort and a symbol of power.
