บท 762: Cunningness

The altar had been frozen and melted in "Snow Goddess' Forgiveness", and a thin layer of bricks before the Blue Gate was all that was left. The gold trident, Emperor's Grasp, lay there quietly. The blueness of the key and the gold on the trident resonated with each other.

Suddenly, the gold trident flew up, as if somebody was holding it. Then, a hand that was full of black scales appeared on the body of the trident, covered in a fire that was releasing the stench of sulfur.

The knuckles of the hand, which seemed to be wearing a glove of flames each, had a pale bone spur. On every spur, evil and complicated patterns had been engraved. In the meantime, the long, pale fingernails were like swords of death and destruction, giving the feeling that they could destroy everything to whoever saw it.