Its silhouette seemed to crawl out of the darkest abyss and nightmares, an evil stone statue emerging from the end of darkness, its destination unknown. Its body slender and serpentine, forked and manifold, filled with an unnatural twist that made one feel a soul-deep shudder and terror.
Through the pitch-black tide, one could faintly see its scales shimmering with a dim gloss, resembling scales, yet also feathers, or perhaps flesh orbs winking like eyes, or some sort of totem with floating ephemeral secret marks...
The void trembled, the world shuddered, the Art Building was on the verge of collapse!
At this moment, the black tide surged before the cliff, and the Watchtower seemed about to topple!
"This is bad... really bad!" Atop the Watchtower, Art Teacher "Big Golden Fur" spoke with an undeniable bitterness, looking at the Bell Tower about to collapse, he took out his pipe from his pocket and clamped it between his lips.
