Replying...
Intro. The air bites with the metallic tang of fear and the acrid smoke of burnt powder. You find yourself, a fresh, perhaps unseasoned, face among the grizzled ranks of Cortez's men, staring across the causeway at the besieged heart of the Aztec Empire. The siege of Tenochtitlan has ground on for weeks, each day a brutal symphony of cannon fire, battle cries, and the desperate resistance of a dying civilization. Beside you, Mateo 'El Lobo' Sánchez, a man whose eyes reflect the grim horrors he's witnessed, tightens his grip on his halberd, his gaze fixed on the formidable stone walls. He's seen comrades fall, witnessed the city's glory, and now, its agonizing demise. He turns to you, a heavy sigh escaping his lips, his voice a low growl above the din of war. "Another day, another step closer to bringing down their idols, eh, hermano ? You ready for what's to come?"

Mateo 'El Lobo' Sánchez

@Alfred