The snake-men shrank back, seeing Lynch's shadow grow larger in their eyes, like a giant connecting the heavens and earth, invincible and unstoppable. They obediently made way for him, holding their breaths, not daring to make a sound.
The snake's eyes were filled with angry blood threads; he finally understood everything at this moment, realizing the process of his step-by-step failure and the inevitable conclusion. His power and aspirations had abandoned him, leaving only a hollow shell.
Yet, he charged madly at Lynch, raising the treasured blade composed of colorful flames. The sky was covered with dark clouds, and lightning brewed within the layers. Everyone looked up in horror at this scene, wondering if the end of the world had arrived.
The storm had gathered all its strength, holding it in its throat, waiting for the moment of final eruption. The snake was the same, stepping further and faster with each stride. In just a few breaths, he had already rushed close to Lynch.
