Crackle, crackle!
The thousand-hand centipede soared above the Sky Dome, its six pairs of wings like hanging clouds, its jet-black scale armor absorbing the rays of the sun. Lightning flickered in the crown of thorns atop its head, resembling a black storm cloud.
Below the thousand-hand centipede lay the ravaged and destroyed Tokyo City.
Its arrival was marked by the destruction of Tokyo City.
On a small hill outside Tokyo City, a figure in red stood silently.
Under the rising sun, she wore a crimson wedding dress, with fine golden threads dancing at the hem, vivid and bright like burning flames.
Her eyes were as clear as autumn water, and her long black hair softly cascaded down, echoing the phoenix embroidered on the dress, exuding an elegance and nobility, a natural aura of grandeur.
However, if anyone gazed directly into her eyes, they would find in them a non-human coldness and indifference, as if they could freeze one's blood.
