"Your Highness, I...I swear on the name of my ancestors!"
Overwhelmed, Espai trembled violently, forcibly casting himself down to the ground. His emotional defenses collapsed in a moment, fear, awe, anticipation, and gratitude surged through his heart, emerging as a choked and sobbing cry.
"From this day forward, I shall serve you unto death!"
Xiulote calmly regarded Espai for a moment before smiling. He stepped forward, grasping the Crocodile Commander's hair, and said with a gentle smile.
"I am aware of your loyalty. The night is deep, go back and rest!"
Upon hearing this, Espai hurriedly rose, bowing deeply to His Highness. He glanced one more time at the Great Chief's head, then staggered and turned to depart.
Xiolote's eyes twinkled with amusement as he watched Espai disappear from the ramparts. Only then did he slowly turn, his gaze shifting towards the two surrendered men, his smile turning icy cold.
"The Chief of Tarasco...did he leave any last words before he died?"
