The dark fog began to disperse, slowly revealing the figure of Shen Long. His right hand still tightly clutched the dagger. But, as Alex peered closer, he could see a deep furrow of worry creased onto Shen Long's visage.
Gaining strength, Alex gradually rose from his fallen position, hesitantly starting to approach Shen Long. His steps were slow and cautious, ready to retreat at a moment's notice, fearing the violent display of power Shen Long had previously demonstrated with the dagger.
However, it seemed his apprehension was not needed; Shen Long did not appear to be preparing to unleash the eerie, dread-inspiring energy once more.
As Alex continued to draw nearer, he started to pick up muffled murmurings from Shen Long. Lost in his world, Shen Long was gazing into the void, his troubled frown seemingly deepening with each passing second.
With every step that brought Alex closer, the muttered words from Shen Long became increasingly clear.
