For the multitude of venomous snakes, the place they had arrived at indeed felt novel to them.
It was a place filled with blooms and brocades, surrounded by clear mountains and beautiful waters, with greenery flowing endlessly, and vegetation lush—scenery picturesque, charged with enchanting and beautiful sights everywhere. These snakes, living perennially in icy tundra, having scarcely seen a shade of green, had never witnessed such beauty!
For a moment, they believed they had reached the mythical realm of Asgard, as proclaimed in legends.
However, before these venomous snakes had time to fully examine their surroundings, an overpowering Principle descended from the heavens, settling upon them, penetrating the deepest recesses of their bodies and Divine Souls, leaving behind Prohibition brands, from which they could only submit henceforth.
