A shrill hiss cut through the skies.
Riding on the dark clouds above, an enormous serpent with silver scales, and four wings on its long back opened up its tenebrous maw and let out a scalding jet of wicked blue flames that scorched the world below, turning rocks into molten pools of magma.
Riding on the silver serpent's back was a strange thing that looked like a golden man.
However, it was much larger than a regular human being, and the proportions weren't right.
Even more glaring, the golden puppet had no face.
Its arms resembled that of Devils; two enormous, long bladed forelimbs.
Watching the world embroiled in war below, Enoch had little thoughts going through its mind.
Or any at all.
But it had been given its instructions, which were to assist in the battle below.
Not only that, but he had also been granted temporary command of all the other contracted creatures by that... man.
