The starry sky twinkled with glowing eyes, and the aurora built a labyrinth halfway up the sky, separating the dark night from the deep mire. All the light, like conductors, gathered the black particles onto the giant body leaning against the mountain ridge. The pitch-black body bore an enchanting aura, its tentacles gently stirring the seeping dark mud, then lifting their tips, staring like an upheld snake at the distance.
The thick fog eroded most of the light screen, the sound of the tide overpowering the bubbling of the marsh, until the fog peeled off like petals, and the Deep Sea Ominous stood next to the fallen Ominous. The fragmented shell of the Deep Sea Ominous began to fall off, the dark mud flowing upwards along the giant's body, enveloping, cleansing, revealing a crescent curved horn mask on the face of the Deep Sea Ominous who sat upon a small hill of lime accumulation, completing the consolidation of authority.
[Where are the people?]
