On that ominous night, as Chen Ying and her group struggled against the ambush planned by the Blood Slaves and Level 5 Vampiric Bats, Jin's journey to Gulu Town offered a stark contrast.
His presence sliced through the enveloping darkness, his motorcycle gliding along the coastal road like an obsidian ribbon winding through the night.
The moon, a gentle sentinel, cast its silvery touch onto the restless waves, painting a luminescent path that cradled the shoreline.
The salty scent of the sea mingled with the earthy perfume wafting from the adjacent forest on his left—a sensory dance that evoked a primal connection.
Amidst this sensory serenade, the rhythmic "WHOOSH" of waves and the gentle rustle of leaves created a melodic backdrop.
Jin's keen eyes scanned the expansive sea to his right before darting to the impenetrable depths of the dense forest on his left. Despite the tranquil setting, he couldn't afford to relax.
