...and when the last scab fell off the lantern, the light burned the eyes of the snakes. The hermit stamped on the head of the beasts, drank their blood and sprayed it to the sky until it started to rain the coins.
Strong the hermit became then and watched the tower crushing.
He picked up the Mithra of the Hierophant, fusioned under the eyes of the devil and walked up to the eternal castle, where he ruled and grew content until his light melted away the worlds.
