Under the high-suspended temple, in the abyss, darkness boiled.
The temple, originally grand enough to leave one speechless, seemed now diminished against this gigantic silhouette.
The boundless darkness was almost entirely covered by the serpent, more exaggerated in scale than when the Nether Sea Worm appeared.
The sea of clouds trembled, stirring waves of frenzy, beneath the pale clouds, in the darkness, the gigantic serpent body continued to writhe and coil.
Like a struggle, accumulating power, trying again and again to break free from the constraints of the temple.
The transformation of bitter hatred and poison into a viscous black tide surged within the abyss, almost ready to overflow.
Yet no matter how it surged, it always seemed to crash against an invisible ceiling, returning in emptiness.
After repeated struggles, the deafening noise temporarily ceased.
As if utterly exhausted.
