Gil-Garna who was in the midst of speaking, suddenly arched his head as he looked up. Yverza also felt something and followed his gaze.
"Haha, Gil-Garna, to have invited me so deep into your territory. Aren't you afraid that I might attack your domain?"
A hearty laugh sounded out. Immediately, the sky over the ancient ruins darkened as storm clouds brewed over. Vaguely, they churned and agglomerated together to form a gigantic serpent of sorts that had its mouth open as if trying to devour the world.
"Emerald Viperlord, so you have finally come" Gil-Garna stood up from his seat and courteously greeted the new entrant.
There in the sky, where the mouth of the gigantic sinister serpent made of cloud was, a figure could be seen slowly emerging. Decked in sleek obsidian scales glistening with an oily sheen that formed an impenetrable armour of sorts around them, the figure commanded both awe and fear.
