The final day of the summit began with silence. Not from fear. Not from tension.
But from awe.
The summit hall had been transformed. The long table stretched like a spine down the center, draped in deep green silk, flanked by flags from every allied territory.
Council elders lined the inner seats.
Alpha representatives stood shoulder to shoulder along the walls.
The air itself held still, like it knew history was about to be written.
Then—the doors opened.
And they entered.
Xiuhcoatl stepped forward first.
Draped in ceremonial white, his jaguar-marked sash knotted at his hip, his sandals silent against the stone.
No blade. No armor.
Just the headdress—lowered slightly in respect, but no less commanding.
Beside him—Sofia Moon.
She wore deep green—the color of jade and sacred th
