The dark green vines crisscross, constructing a tight net.
The clacking sounds of skeletal fossils emerge continuously, resounding through the entire exhibition hall.
A Blue Giant, with several young wizards hanging around his waist, clutching his head, charges through the dense skeletal fossils, as if a traveler braving through a blizzard or a blue tornado sweeping across a white desert.
From time to time, one could see golden sparks blooming in the darkness.
Some sparks fall on the skeletal fossils, leaving behind charred areas; others fall on the Blue Giant, eliciting thunderous booms.
That thunder is the Giant's pained howl.
The thunder starts from the entrance of the second hall, spreading until the end of the hall, and only slightly abates when the Blue Giant squeezes through the relatively narrow doorway into the third hall.
