C718 Don't Put an Egg in One

The dust stirred restlessly in the summer soil, and the heart of the great demon began to grow restless with the bewitching words of the Nine-Headed Bird.

Those words seemed to be calm, yet they were like the sunlight of summer that penetrated through every nook and cranny, and it was difficult to endure the heat. There was nowhere to hide. Along with the smell of smoke that had yet to dissipate