Dark clouds like ink, the wind raging furiously.
The Sky-reaching King Lotus remains evergreen all year round, with a three-inch thick layer of fluffy snow on its leaves, wobbling slightly, the snow at the edges constantly breaking apart and sliding into the Great Marsh, melting away.
"Great King, Great King, it's overcast, such a huge overcast outside."
"So eerie, feels like an ominous premonition."
Big Fatty and Second Fatty hopped into the Frog King's cave, chattering incessantly. Behind them, the head of a giant demon frog surged, all croaking together.
"Is it that the Elder is ascending?"
"Will we be struck by lightning?"
"Ribbit, I'm afraid of pain."
