"Now," the Spiremaster said, his voice returning to its crisp business tone, "for the fourth item on today's list."
A circular platform descended from above—wreathed in reinforced containment barriers etched with layered space-lock runes. As it settled in the center of the arena, the shimmering walls of its prison revealed what lay inside:
A living serpent.
Long and sleek, its scales shimmered like flowing starfields—each one a flickering fragment of nebula, comet, or distant sun. Its eyes were deep silver, like twin galaxies in constant rotation. Though coiled calmly, its presence radiated pure spatial pressure. Even restrained, it exuded a quiet dominance over the very fabric of the realm around it.
The Spiremaster raised his hand and spoke, his tone now tinged with reverence.
"The Myriad Galaxy Serpent."
The name sent a ripple through the crowd.
