Seven Thunder Titans clad in seven layers of armor fell from the sky, then hurled heavy aerial bombs, thunderbolts, dazzling rings of fire, and white phosphorus shells toward the Black Forest. The shells streaked across the sky like meteors, igniting roaring fires throughout the forest. Smoke billowed amid the flames, scorching and roasting this dusk. Immediately afterward, Iron Man V-2 dive bombers tore open gaps in the clouds and began dropping bombs on the densest parts of the wolf pack, while wildly strafing the ground with their rear cannons.
The sky had been torn apart—literally.
Little Red Riding Hood saw the sky above the Black Forest seem to transform into a shattered mirror. The once-intact dusk light had been "cut" into countless irregular fragments, and each fragment reflected a different scene—dark, towering spires; a bloody, sinister court; a brightly lit ballroom; a wilderness where flutes were playing; ships sailing home through the night; ancient castles overgrown with thorns... It was as if all the "subsets" were "collapsing" around the Black Forest.
At the same time, all kinds of things—dragons, giants, soldiers, burning wreckage and sails, castles, demons—began falling from those mirrors into the Black Forest.
The barriers between the subsets had been forcibly "opened." The Black Forest, the "original stage" in the collection of fairy tales, had now opened its "gates" to every story.
A majestic giant clad in steel armor strode toward them with heavy steps. The sharp teeth of ordinary dire wolves could not possibly stand against the might of this Titan—even though among the Titan race, this giant could only be considered a "dwarf." The wolf pack retreated before the Titan, and a familiar voice came from the giant's shoulder, filled with excitement and delight: "Sister Red Riding Hood! I'm here to help! Aren't you happy?"
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