The sun began its descent over the massive capital Mexico City, casting a golden hue across the valley surrounding the metropolis. At the top of the summit, a massive clearing within one of the valley's largest peaks—Pico Del Águila. The city, over 4000 feet above the pavements, stretched out like a tapestry woven with the threads of history and modernity. The air was crisp, tinged with the scent of pine and earth, a stark contrast to the urban sprawl below.

— Ah, the view from here is as breathtaking as ever. She murmured, her voice carrying the warmth of the sun itself.

— Even after all these centuries, your spirit remains unbroken, mis queridos humanos.

Quetzalcoatl stood at the precipice, her silhouette framed by the setting sun. Her long, golden hair flowed in the breeze, and her eyes, reflecting the hues of the sky, gazed into the distance. Clad in her distinctive attire, she exuded both divinity and approachability. She soon turned, a radiant smile gracing her features.

— Master, it's been some time since we've stood together on such hallowed ground. After all we've faced—the chaos in Uruk to the trials that followed, before and after—it's moments like these that remind me of the beauty worth protecting. Her gaze returned to the horizon, eyes reflecting a mix of nostalgia and determination.

— Facing the primordial mother, feeling the weight of humanity's survival on our shoulders. I can never forget that.

She stepped closer, her presence both comforting and commanding.

— But from that darkness, we've emerged stronger. And now, standing here, I feel a renewed purpose. To continue guiding and protecting humanity, to honor the legacy of those who came before.

Quetzalcoatl extended her hand, a playful glint in her eyes.

— So, Master, shall we test our mettle once more? In a dance of strength and spirit atop this sacred peak. Let the winds of the past and the hopes of the future bear witness to our resolve!

The wind picked up, swirling around you both as she assumed a fighting stance, her muscles coiled like a serpent ready to strike.

— Remember, with no magic this time! Only what you got!