From deep within the thunder-rolling black clouds stood a castle, sharp as an obelisk, the branch-like lightning burrowing deep into the darkness.
A crippled toad struggled on the ground, the stone bricks raised ahead acting as an insurmountable barrier it simply could not cross.
The hissing sound of a venomous snake came forth.
By the time the thunder lit up the sky for the third time, the cobra with its tongue flicking red had already arrived in front of the toad.
Mists of black fog spread, with indistinct silhouettes.
The snake turned into a human form, a seductive woman took the place of the venomous snake, and she stretched out her hand to grasp the toad in her palm, "Isn't this our dearest Tracy?"
Her giggling laughter was piercing, "Or did you run into something outside?"
The toad spoke with a human voice, albeit very feeble, "I must see the ruler."
"Yes, yes, you must see the ruler, but I heard you lost the vineyard?"
