[ Tezcatlipoca’s smile stays hard to read. Even in their shared Aspect, he seems to be an enigma in many ways. ]

Nope. Quetzalcoatl was a piece carved from me. She’s got raw strength on me. Can’t deny that. But I’ve got power she can’t rival. The power of omniscience and providence are my gifts, and I see the unseen and make the impossible possible.

[ He spreads his hands in a wide gesture with a toothy grin, then beckons them further into the temple. And here is where Tezcatlipica’s work already becomes apparent. The butterflies that had once flown around the interior lay in pieces on the floor, and though most had been evacuated, a few hummingbird corpses are strewn about too. He steps up to the dais, and beckons to their friend. ]

And that’s where you come in, bud. We’re going to do a little of the impossible