The Great Black Heaven Dragon had some very unpleasant dreams in its slumber.
In a hazy, indistinct daze, it sensed a constant stream of weak, four-limbed insects scurrying over its body, trying to scrape off fine flecks of ash! Collecting its shed skin!
'Are these insects planning to worship these specks of dust?'
For this, its sleeping subconscious delivered the disaster these insects deserved! Frequent volcanic eruptions, tsunamis, and earthquakes! That was the price for angering it!
Then, some audacious insect even dared to usurp one of its dreams, attempting to profane the lord of destruction!
Despicable!
The unprecedented great tsunami was also its fury made manifest.
But the inertia of its ten-thousand-year slumber was far too great for it to awaken.
Until recently.
