Amon suddenly realized that the surroundings had changed. The sky had become a dark curtain, and thin mist filled the area. He could see only the altar and a small patch around it; everything farther away was shrouded in fog.
The path he had taken was now covered by swamp. The tiny footholds had vanished, leaving only a stretch of mud, within which Great Serpents writhed.
Nibelungen... Without realizing it, he had entered a Nibelungen.
During the journey, he had focused almost all his attention on finding a path to the altar while remaining wary of possible retaliation from the giant snakes along the way. After approaching the altar, he had been drawn in by the ancient, mysterious structure and the Feathered Serpent prostrating beneath it, and thus overlooked the subtle changes in space.
Amon looked at the giant snake without showing the slightest hostility and said with a smile,
"I'm not here for you. Since I was able to enter, that means I've received this place's owner's permission. No matter what, shouldn't you at least let me meet him?"
Amon had originally accepted this job from Hunter Net to hunt some Dragon Raja subspecies during the mission, using their blood to complete his genes while making some money on the side.
The Feathered Serpent's appearance had changed the situation. Amon was deeply interested in this place's unusual ecosystem, so he adapted to the circumstances and decided to come take a look.
The winged giant snake did not move aside. It merely stared at him coldly without attacking, as though hesitating—or waiting for instructions.
"Though he did not come at my invitation, since a guest has already arrived at the door, how can we be so discourteous? Let him come."
An ethereal, hollow voice drifted over, speaking Chinese.
Upon hearing