"Ribbit!"
A mournful croak suddenly rang out, shattering the tranquility of the lakeside. The young male and female wizards, who were just close to each other, seemed as if they were electrocuted, quickly separated and looked around in panic.
Not far away, a cobra had somehow slid down from a faux rock, its mouth tenaciously holding one back leg of a flower-skinned frog. This poor amphibian appeared to have just climbed out from a cave, and hadn't adjusted to the bitter cold yet. Its movements were slow, and it was hit by the snake's sudden attack.
Perhaps it was the effect of long-term exposure to the magical world that both the cobra and frog had great resilience to nature - particularly the flower-skinned frog. Even though it was bitten by a poisonous snake, it was still stubbornly clawing its front legs forward, putting up a fight for life, refusing to yield to the God of Death's scythe.
"Ribbit! Ribbit! Ribbit!!"
