Beneath the secret and deep black sea, a slender and agile shadow moved swiftly, its long black hair that reached down to its waist stirring in the water. Its naked body, sharp like a blade, precisely sliced through the current, resembling a marlin that had broken free from its restraints, constantly twisting its form and rushing towards the shore ahead.
Those bright eyes, like xenon headlights, were fixed on the red figures on the shore. The sweet scent of blood seemed to have pierced the sea's surface, infusing itself into the nostrils.
Even though hunger was driving him to near madness, he did not rashly launch an attack. Instead, he lingered by the shore for a while, selecting a solitary prey.
He had found his target, standing on the outermost edge of the crowd, glowing red all over—a sign of robust blood vitality. Such blood...
was like spicy ice wine, burning down your throat incessantly.
