Orokhun arrived in a place surrounded by fog in the far-off distance. But where he stood, there was a grand city that left him shell-shocked. Was that… a Legendary City? He could feel the aura radiating off of it in waves.
That was the first thing he noticed. The second thing he noticed was that his Will was still in chains. He had been completely subdued, and he couldn't believe it. He had spent his life fighting back against those that wanted to hold him down, only for this to happen.
He came up off the ground, his tail flexing and his head raising up high.
"I'll tear the—"
His lip twitched, his words coming to a sudden stop.
Roughly forty meters to his left, a serpent the color of polished grey slate had been twisted into a pretzel.
A pretzel… literally.
