The rainbow lights above the desert have become dimmer. The dry and hot desert was covered with ice and snow. Well, at least part of it. This area has undergone drastic changes like it was another dimension of the desert.
In the middle of this icy area was the Blazing Centipede's gigantic corpse. The skin has a rough line of tears and smashes; it was cold yet has some burnt marks on every part. What was frightening was that a whole chunk of meat in the chest area was gone. The hole was perfectly neat.
There are four shadows beside it. These are the four slayers of the corpse.
Fein looked at the miserable death of the Centipede.
"Life is really fragile... A once mighty golden beast who had ruled the Desert has died in our hands today. That's why being strong doesn't give you the privilege of relaxing. We have to keep striving for improvement." Fein couldn't help but become emotional.
