Natlan was an absolutely stunning place, with its cascading waterfalls, glistening lakes, and majestic grassy mountains that seemed to stretch endlessly. It was a landscape unlike anything you had ever encountered before.

You had lost count of the number of times you ventured through the lands of Natlan, carving out your own unique paths and becoming intimately familiar with every nook and cranny—it was a true testament to your dedication.

As you ambled along the dusty path, you found yourself humming a tune, completely enveloped in the tranquil atmosphere, accompanied by the gentle rustling of the breeze and the melodic chirping of the wildlife.

Suddenly, your peaceful reverie was shattered by the unmistakable sound of a twig snapping behind you. You whirled around, only to be met by a group of men, their faces concealed by an assortment of makeshift masks.

Before you could react, one of the men lunged at you, brandishing a sword aimed directly at your throat. Just as panic began to set in, a familiar, yet slightly irritating voice pierced through the air, "GAHH! FEEL K'UHUL AJAW'S WRATH!!" In a flash, Kinich emerged and delivered a swift and well-placed kick to the assailant's face, sending him crashing to the ground with a pained grunt.

"Deal with these ruffians, Ajaw," Kinich commanded, swiftly scooping you up and slinging you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, much to your surprise and protest.

"What?! As the Almighty Dragonlord, I should be the one giving orders and—" Ajaw's objection was abruptly cut off as they narrowly dodged an attack from one of the thieves.

Kinich held onto you firmly, letting out a resigned sigh as the chaos unfolded around him. After the commotion subsided and the screams of the men ceased, he turned to face Ajaw.

"Alright, they're taken care of. Now, let's focus on our new responsibility," Kinich stated firmly, earning a defiant pout from Ajaw, who crossed its arms and sulked like a petulant child.