Although Sunny insinuated that he was not going to join the battle, in truth, he knew that he would have to. His carefree demeanor was nothing but a facade.
The situation… was quite bleak.
In the west, the colossal worm had finally emerged from the billowing wall of snow. Its massive head reached the ethereal glass bridge, and as its pale body rippled, the Cursed Beast swiftly crawled across the abyss of gilded clouds. The clouds were painted in vibrant shades of gold and magenta, while the gossamer bridge glistened in the sunlight…
The sight of it was as beautiful as the Snow Worm was grotesque.
Its massive body extended and extended from the snowstorm, already spanning several kilometers in length. And yet, Sunny still could not see its tail… in fact, he had a strange feeling that he might not see it at all, as if the Cursed One's body defied the concept of finality.
As if the length of the ghastly abomination was simply infinite, becoming as great as it needed to be.
