In the distance, a prosperous and beautiful nation, yet to be occupied by demons and untainted by incense smoke, appeared before his eyes.
The Blood Crocodile King felt immensely pleased.
A splendid future was slowly unfolding before it.
It was intoxicated, as if entering a grave, remaining motionless at the dark sea bottom, only the corners of its mouth curled in a smile.
Its enormous body resembled a rock, slowly... slowly sinking into the sea's mud, unbeknownst to itself.
And the snow falling from the sky quietly melded into the sea, then seemed to be attracted to it, rushing over quickly clinging to its entire form, turning into water stains, seeping into its fearsome scaly skin.
The Blood Crocodile King ascended to that beautiful nation, devouring people heartily, often massacring cities.
Only, during this process, it felt increasingly cold.
Its demon blood was cooling.
Suddenly, the Blood Crocodile King felt a strong sense of alertness.
