Dark green-black vines crisscrossed one another, forming tight, intricate nets.
The clattering of fossilized bones rose and fell, echoing throughout the entire exhibition hall.
A Blue Giant, with several young wizards hanging from his waist and his head cradled in his arms, charged recklessly through the densely packed white bones. He was like a traveler crossing a blizzard, and like a blue hurricane sweeping across a white desert.
From time to time, golden sparks blossomed in the darkness.
Some sparks fell upon the fossilized bones, leaving behind scorched black patches. Others landed on the Blue Giant, bringing forth rolling thunder.
That thunder was the giant's pained roar.
The thunder began at the entrance to the second exhibition hall and continued all the way to its end. Only after the Blue Giant squeezed through the doorway, which was somewhat narrow for him, and entered the third exhibition hall did it finally subside somewhat.
The threshold, doorframe, and lintel at the entrance to the exhibition hall remained silent as the Blue Giant and the young wizards passed through. But when the fossilized bones tried to cross that boundary, the gold and silver Runes carved into the threshold, doorframe, and lintel abruptly shone with brilliant light, creating a thin barrier that was sturdier than those thick vines.
It firmly sealed the frenzied fossilized bones inside the second exhibition hall.
The light seemed white, yet faint seven-colored glimmers flickered within it, making anyone who looked at it instinctively lower their eyelids, not daring to stare directly at it.
A white tide crashed against the barrier of light. The waves shattered, scattering tiny droplets across the ground.
And so, the tide receded.
Most of the white wave crests rolled back, chasing the Blood Drop hanging from the Chinese toon branch. But many weak, foolish, and