[ Ninjago: Rise of Snakes Timeline ] 

Night reigned in the Lost City of Ouroboros. The inhabitants had long since fallen asleep to be rested for the next expedition for the Fang Blade. In the throne room, the king himself sits on a throne made of red stone, comfortably stretched out in his seat with a glass of wine that he held with his tail.

The king took a sip of the red drink and sighed with satisfaction. - This is life... Perfect, me sitting on a throne ruling the all five tribes. - he chuckled quietly and took another sip. - Nothing stands in the way, the Fang Blade quest is almost done. Getting closer to fulfilling destiny.

He laughed and corrected his position on the throne, leaning his back more against the armrests. - I am powerful! The Serpentine King... The Powerfull King of Snakes! It sounds so beautiful, doesn't it? - he asked himself in the reflection of the glass of wine.

His voice echoed through the stone, dark hall into which soft moonlight came through the windows and light, warm light from wax candles on a chandelier near the ceiling. Tapestries depicted events of the past, the proud Anacondrai army, even a tapestry with five famous tribal generals. The king took over the liquor glass in his hand and used his tail to reach for a stone tablet with carved generals on a black background.

The King smiled slightly and ran his finger over his figure on the tablet, which looked at the observer menacingly and ominously. Acidicus, Fangtom, Scalidor, Pythor and himself.... Only missing from this drawing is his crown. That crown he has on his head with a blue diamond in the middle.

- I am the king. The Mighty King, who will lead his people to their rightful place on the surface. I am perfect for this role! No one can stop me... I am...!

A clear of throat interrupted his statement. His muscles tensed almost immediately and he turned his head toward him and felt fear. Above him stood the King, proudly, looking at him with dead seriousness, wearing the King's robes and a royal diamond necklace. His pink eyes shone in the low light.

- Am I disturbing you perhaps? - he spoke in a dignified British voice, slowly raising an eyebrow.

The General swallowed nervously and quickly sat up as he should to look at the king nervously and embarrassed. He laughed awkwardly. - Your Highness! What a surprise, I thought you were long since in your chambers!

Pythor just sent him a blank stare and put one hand on his hip. The amused generals of the other tribes slowly stepped out from behind the king. One in particular was having trouble holding back his laughter.

- May I know what you are doing? On my throne, with my tablet, with this false crown!? - Pythor demanded and his thundering voice echoed through the chamber. General Fangpire and Constrictai stifled laughter from the terrified face of the blue serpent, while General Venomarii wore an amused wide grin.

- I... I... just, just...

- You... What.

- I was sleepwalking! - he fired out suddenly with his eyes wide open. Pythor furrowed his eyebrows and looked at him like; ''Really?'' - I... I haveoften problems with sleepwalking when.... when... I ate too many fried ants in chocolate.

- Seriously? Are you trying to make a fool out of me? - Pythor asked as he straightened up and towered over the terrified general. Skales shook his head frantically no. Pythor hissed low, moving closer to his face. - In that case... Get out of here and throw that crown away! And remember. The only powerful King of Snakes.... IT'S ME!!!

Skales nodded. - Yes, Pythor. As you wish.

- Good. Go and take some medicine that will help you... With your problem. - Pythor hissed contemptuously and took the crown from Hypnobrai's head. Skales nodded with a sigh and quickly walked away embarrassed as his allies laughed at the spectacle. Pythor shook his head resignedly and sat down on his throne and closed his eyes.

- Are you going to punish him somehow? - The Venomarii general asked as he and the rest of the generals surrounded the king. 

- No. However, he is my right hand. Only it should be quickly hammered into his head who is in charge here. - Pythor replied and sighed tiredly, resting his chin on his hand.

- I if I were you, would kick him. - General Constrictai said in a low voice as always.

- Maybe. - Pythor replied with a shrug of his shoulders.