Chapter 135: The Fireworks Gala

Somewhere in Xenton, in a remote, abandoned hamlet. It was dawn; a thin crescent still hung on the edge of the sky. High above, a dazzling arc of light scored the heavens and plunged into the village like a falling star. When the light faded, it revealed a gaunt old man. Rustle, rustle, rustle... From the waist-high weeds ringing the hamlet came a steady whispering sound. A heartbeat later, a python a hundred meters long and as thick around as a barrel reared up, its massive body lashing with...