"*Hiss.*"
"*Hiss hiss?*"
"*Hiss hiss hiss!*"
As the sun slowly set on the horizon, the soft and dense hissing of snakes began to rustle across the endless rice fields, moving in unison toward a certain direction.
By the time the sun had completely disappeared beyond the horizon, and the cold moonlight spilled over the land, a small altar in the middle of the rice field had become a paradise for snakes. Snakes of various thicknesses and colors coiled around the thin pillars surrounding the altar, staring eagerly at the black statue at the center.
"*That purple-black Poison Sphere Python must be the Bishop presiding over this ceremony.*"
Raising his snake tail and pointing at the Poison Sphere Python, the only one that could wind around the serpentine sculpture, a speckled snake with six small blue dots on its forehead and a large red dot beneath its jaw turned to the small, red snake beside him and said,
