"Yamata no Orochi?"

Across the vast expanse of wilderness, a pair of slightly blurred giant eagles ambled ahead, playfully pecking at stones scattered on the ground. Behind them, three men rode atop enormous crabs, flanked by two hulking black scorpions, poised and ready for battle at any given moment.

Trailing the procession, four enormous Golden Emperor centipedes inched forward, side by side. One amongst them, with only four legs, wasn't so much crawling as it was writhing its way forth.

"Nine, scales, eighteen eyes?"

Lounging atop a giant crab, Mike counted on his fingers, his gaze drifting towards the sky as he pondered, "Does such a creature actually exist?"

Alan, perched on a chair mounted on the crab's back, scrutinized their surroundings as he responded, "There are many in mythology. Furthermore, this 'nine' doesn't necessarily imply nine heads, what if it signifies nine individuals~"

"True enough."