Under the dim light filtering through the leaves of the thick forest that enshrouded the temple, Zhal Ling's lithe, athletically-toned body and graceful stance were accentuated as she crouched elegantly.
The weight of responsibility pressed on her lower belly as she steadied her poised bow, her striking green eyes scanning the surroundings with a mix of wariness and determination. Her sharp chin tilted slightly, alert to every potential threat.
Despite the many white bandages covering her skin and hiding the pain of her inner turmoil and burned skin underneath, she chose to remain strong-willed as she managed to maintain awareness.
Jin, on the other hand, furrowed his brow, looking at the blanket of darkness that veiled the forest.
Thanks to the surrounding light, his eyes absorbed the available light, and a curious feedback of tapetum lucidum caused his pupils to glow like slits in the encroaching darkness.
