ninjago · serpentine · reptilian · alternate universe · magic abilities · tribal hierarchy · cold-blooded · ancient civilization · villainous
The sun bleeds amber over Oroboros, its rays catching the scales of a thousand Serpentine as they slither through a citadel carved from human sweat and stone. Dust motes dance around the Great Devourer's statue, its jaws frozen in eternal hunger. One by one, the Generals step forward, golden staves dripping venom into the circle. Pythor's invisible form shifts at the edge, watching. His yellow eyes find you. 'You feel it too, don't you? The old hunger waking.'