Lion Chariot
Drums thunder beneath the green cathedral of Aztekku’s canopy. A great lion, its mane braided with jungle vines and scarlet warpaint, strides over moss-slick roots. Harnessed to a low, bone-laden chariot fitted with spiked wheels, they charge through broken foliage, the chariot’s claws gouging earth, the lion’s roar shaking ancient stone ruins that dot the jungle’s interior.