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As Blarg tries to speak to the fish creatures he finds only cries for help. They seem to be frantic, having lost their mind. They pulled at the sword with all their strength, many of them cutting themselves on it with their fruitless attempts. He saw many of them to be starving or ill, continuing despite everything. The fish men had lost all sense of self preservation, as if their only hope for salvation lay under the sands. It was only then that Blarg looked down, and noticed the fish bones among the moving sands. The corpses of those who had worked themselves to death.

It was clear they could speak, it was clear they could think. But something was suppressing their will, controlling them. Driving them into this rampant frenzy, forcing them to pull at the sword against their will. Trapping them in a fruitless battle with the massive blade, unable to do anything but die trying.

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As Mithias touched the handle he could feel it shift. And even as his intention spread through the blade, he could feel it shudder. He could feel it bashing against the corners of his mind, the enchantment on the blade desperately attempting to read him. He could almost feel the blade twisting beneath him, magic flickering around him. The ground seemed to tremble in anticipation as cracks appeared along the massive edge, creeping inwards towards the centre. The fish creatures seemed to tremble and screech, many of them spontaneously dying, as if finally being able to rest in piece. Then, with a final explosion, the blade explodes outwards.

The ground rumbles as the sands explode outwards. And from it stares a single eye, a massive eye, it's pupil far larger than Mithias. And from the sands rose the massive head of a serpent, sharp fangs and glistening scales, a long mane decorating it's back. It was unimaginably massive, the size of a small town. It's head alone was almost a mile in length, enough space to build a village. And after the first followed many heads, far in the distance. Emerging from the sands, on long twisting heads. A creature that dwarfed mountains, a hydra of monstrous proportion. Eight heads and eight tales, resting on a lizardlike body with four immense legs. Claws the size of skyscrapers dug into the sand, as the very oceans trembled. The creature laughed, and with each heave of the ocean shook. With each step it took, a small earthquake was formed. It's back was covered in a forest of spices and plants, A rich garden seemingly untouched by the creature's imprisonment under the sea, with enough space to host a large city.

The deep voice spoke, echoing from eight mouths. And Mithias realized the creature was whispering, that the tiny creature that had freed it might hear it's voice without being crushed by the vibrations. And still it's voice was unbearably loud, the voice of mountains, the voice of a being too terrible to be real. "You were the one, the one who would free me. The sword of Susano-O has broken, and with it his power has left me. All of the world's treasures shall be yours, child. Whenever you are in trouble simply call my name. Call for Yamato no Orochi, the Devourer of Gods!"