"Swimming in the long river of time, knowing all mysteries, mastering extraordinary rituals, and ruling the Court of Destiny! Have you heard my voice?"
"I want to know how to maze-ify the City of Desolation."
It seemed that Charles had prayed too many times, and he suddenly felt his head struck by a silver serpentine tail. The strike was neither too light nor too heavy, just enough to make the back of his head sting sharply without knocking him unconscious.
Charles Meklen had received a — Strike of Destiny!
Although the little serpent might not necessarily be angry, it was at least not pleased.
Having been struck by the serpent's tail, Charles dared not pray any further, but he suddenly had an idea, thinking, "Does the Serpent of Destiny think I'm too stupid, reminding me that this matter is actually easy to solve?"
After thinking for a while, he slapped his thigh and said, "First, let's dismantle this city."
