Oh Holy Snake... to you, such insignificant humankind, what are they really...
[Dream of the Seventh Prince (Degree of abstraction, Dream+30, 50-see the real scene)]
D70+30=d70(58)+30=88
The coast shatters, the heavens and earth tremble, cracks spread, and smoke and dust billow.
On the land of dead dreams in the Holy City, in this black and white world, an unprecedented cataclysm is approaching.
The mountain serpent reaching the sky, its meteoric head, under the magnified pupils of the Dusk Fairy, descends swiftly from high above.
Ahead of the serpent's head, the dense magic power and atmosphere friction releases a burning emerald hue of firelight.
Below, the clam nightmare creatures landing one after another begin to twist, transforming into indescribable shattered forms, like clusters of light floating black gas, or heavy masses mixed together.
