At the summit of Longevity Mountain, clouds drift and fog swirls.
A "Immortal" with a long trailing tail stands alone amidst the wind.
The insect with articulated limbs, its eyes gleaming, takes off the cowhide scroll he was carrying, peering through a hole in the scroll with lustrous eyes, making repeated comparisons.
Mountain!
Turtle! Mountain!
Swoosh!
The cowhide scroll flips over, catching the wind and sticking to the water surface, riding the waves up and down. After several waves crash over it, the map, dried hard as iron, slices into the water like a blade, sinking to the bottom in a jagged, biting fit.
"Buzz buzz buzz~"
"What in tarnation is that racket, annoying enough to disturb even a turtle!" Prime General rotates his neck, small chunks of earth peeling away from his scale armor and tumbling down, splashing up water.
"Buzz buzz buzz~"
The noise persists, and Prime General waves his turtle claw, wondering, "Mosquitoes already with the heat?"
