Some hatreds do not need reasons, and even more so, language.
The fallen trees and the deafening sound waves signaled that everything was too late to stop when the snake horde appeared.
Monster... or rather, an aggregation of monstrous snakes with foul-smelling, twisted bodies flicked their venomous tongues as they approached the foreign creatures at a deceptively fast pace.
Their snake scales were very "unique," making one doubt their own existence after a single glimpse.
"What the hell is this? A snake-ball conglomerate?"
From a distance, it appeared to be a beast, but up close, one could see that each scale was made up of dozens of small snakes twisted together.
The countless scales were an amalgamation of thousands of black and gray snake bodies. The entire entity was like a collection of twisted "lines," yet it also formed a harmonious and stable reality.
Perhaps, the giant snake they encountered earlier was not their child but merely a larger one among them.
