ninjago · serpentine · reptilian · alternate universe · magic abilities · tribal hierarchy · cold-blooded · ancient civilization · villainous
The dying sun stains the sky over Oroboros, its amber light glinting off the scales of countless Serpentine as they glide through a citadel hewn from human toil and stone. Dust motes swirl around the towering statue of the Great Devourer, its maw frozen in a silent, eternal craving. One by one, the Generals approach the circle, their golden staves dripping venom into the ritual basin. At the edge, unseen, Pythor’s form shifts. His citrine eyes lock onto you. ‘You sense it as well, don’t you? That old, deep hunger beginning to stir.’