Imagine one day, a husky appears next to your model. Every day, it gazes at your creation with a dangerous look in its eyes—as if it hadn't had enough activity for the day—and dribbles saliva on your model when you're not looking, eager to try. Since then, day after day, you hover on the verge of mental and physical exhaustion. Ironically, you can't beat it. Until one day, you see it give a demonic smile, its mouth splits wide, and it runs delightedly towards your model—the first thing you feel is not fear or panic, but a sense of relief, thinking, Ah, the day has finally come. It's like a death-row inmate seeing the executioner, who'd been suffering from diarrhea, finally return to the execution grounds. What a relief. Hurry up and get it over with! Give me a quick end!
Now, that quick end had arrived.
With an earth-shattering, thunderous roar, the thousand-mile lava Hell also surged with this intense tremor.
