A gong resounded from somewhere deep within the golden city.
As it's dull ringing resounded out for everyone to hear, flocks of divine beings left their dwellings by the fistfuls with their weapons in hand and their anxiety at an all time high.
The gods rushed to the golden bridge, expecting to find the demon army led by Percival at their front door.
To their dubious surprise, what awaited them was not the threat they had been so heavily warned about, but the one they had forgotten about.
A large, grey beast stood at the front of the bridge before the gatekeeper.
It's jaw unhinged to spew a torrent of sinister violent flames into the air to voice it's agitation. When it put it's head back down, everyone could see the woman standing around nonchalantly on it's back.
Several deities blushed at the indecency of her attire.
She wore a flowing, dark green robe of the same color as wild grass. Her long flowing sleeves were adorned with golden dragons into the dreamily soft fabric.
