The young girl stood atop the massive White Snake, the gentle breeze lightly brushing her long hair.
Beneath her, the Capital lay in ruins, buildings like toppled blocks, with the figures of humankind appearing so tiny.
Though she could fly to such heights herself, the feeling of standing and overlooking was uniquely different.
The sun cast down from the distant horizon, coating her silhouette with a golden outline. The Hero squinted, calmly scanning the ants below.
"It's not time yet..."
'Soon, all of this will be crushed—'
Yet, feeling the excitement brimming from another self within her, the Hero's eyebrows involuntarily furrowed in helpless lines.
'Can't you hide your thoughts a bit?' she sighed in her mind, 'That way, if I'm judged as a magic creature later, I wouldn't be able to argue.'
'Ah, what are you saying? If I'm not a magic creature, then who is?' the Depraved Hero retorted immediately.
