The grand tent was simple yet spacious, surrounded by brightly colored feathers. Everyone sat on the ground, sipping on extremely expensive herbal drinks from the Old Continent, and for a moment, no one spoke.
The young Dark Snake sat in the corner, holding a cup of vanilla cocoa, sipping it slowly. Here, naturally, he had no place to speak, and could only wait patiently. He stared blankly at the ground, where a blue Chief Divine painting lay, the Supreme Main God standing on Snake Mountain, surrounded by gods either slain or surrendering. And at the feet of the Main God, lay a gigantic Feathered Serpent, its skin flayed and tendons pulled by an obsidian dagger...
