"Pain," was the only sensation the child Yang could feel as the sharpened bone spurs continued to pierce into his skin, the pain penetrating deep into his marrow, yet he couldn't manage to lose consciousness no matter how much he wished to.
In the midst of this seemingly endless torture, Yang's will began to fade into haziness.
Within the fog of his mind, Yang seemed to see the painted Prince slowly begin to move.
And as the mural on the wall started to shift, Yang suddenly realized that the black snake was not the Dragon King himself. The black snake on the wall was just the shadow of the Dragon King, and the real Dragon King lay behind the shadow!
As the shadow danced faster and faster, dense and numerous dragon whiskers, akin to centipede legs, began to spread out from around the shadow.
