Casio, clad in a stiff black power suit, had his cape flapping behind him, caught by the airstream as it billowed toward the sky. Beneath the fabric, thirty-one Southern Dipper Sonic Serpent Fist acupuncture points lit up at the same time, flickering with a deep purple glow.
A dense purple fog enshrouded his body as if it were flames burning toward the sky, releasing a terrifying aura. Casio pressed one hand forward against the scales of the python that was soaring before him.
