In the heart of the Aztec empire's bustling port, the morning sun painted the sky in hues of warm orange and pink, casting a soft glow over the ancient stone structures and the restless waves of the sea.
The air was thick with the salty tang of the ocean, mingled with the earthy aroma of sand and seaweed. Birds chirped in the distance, their calls harmonizing with the gentle lapping of the waves against the wooden docks.
Amidst this tranquil scene, a storm was brewing, heralded by the arrival of Vatu, a supernatural creature whose very presence seemed to darken the air around him.
His eyes, hidden behind a human mask, gleamed with an otherworldly light as he surveyed the Aztec guards before him like a wolf to a flock of sheep.
