Águila nodded. "That is correct. Tenochtitlán will fall once more, when Topiltzin returns to conquer it. And Aztechnology’s reign of blood will at last come to an end." The fervor in the revolutionary’s eyes made me pause. It reminded me of the eager gleam I’d seen in the eyes of the missionaries—the ones who had used their memory-probing magic on Mama G. Prophetic reckonings seemed to run deep in the culture of Aztlan. The only difference was that this time, the prophecy called for the Azzie government to be destroyed—not the entire Earth.