"The moon has not reached its zenith yet. No need to rush, the Mexica will come... They are more anxious than we are."
The night wind blew, and a dark cloud slowly drifted over, obstructing the dim moonlight, making the sky even darker. The sound of the wind howled through the city walls, like a low, mournful dirge. Suddenly, several deep hoots of night owls, "hoo hoo," came from outside the city.
Puap's spirits lifted. He looked up at the city walls, where a torch shook and then circled a few times repetitively.
"The Mexica have finally arrived!"
Not far outside the city, Necali crouched, looking up at the shaking torch on the city walls. Then, turning to the elite scouts behind him, he whispered.
"This is it! Get close to the city wall, and keep quiet."
