Centipede Sage

"Something's underground?" Meikyō looked down at the ground. Tatsumaki pressed both hands downward, then swept them outward, completely shifting away the surface. At the bottom of the dark, unfathomable underground abyss stood a colossal hall that blended a high-tech aesthetic with an air of mysterious religion. Its enormous mask was large enough to cover this small section of the city. "Thanks, Tatsumaki the Terrible. If that black flame had kept burning, Orochi would've lost quite a bit of flesh.