After about ten minutes of swift movement, covering miles between himself and the Evergreen disciples, Karsha came to a halt in front of a forest.
The plants within had striking violet leaves, their appearance both beautiful and foreboding. Karsha quickly scanned the area, and without hesitation, he slipped into the forest.
Once safely inside, he removed his disguise, reverting to his true form. He smiled as he looked at the mask in his hands.
There was something oddly thrilling about using the mask to conceal his identity and stealing the egg from the Evergreen Sect disciples. It felt familiar, like a role he was born to play, something he might have done before.
As Karsha pondered this feeling, strange feelings of his past life flickered through his mind, body, and soul. The thrill of the hunt, the adrenaline rush from evading capture, the satisfaction of outsmarting his foes—it all felt like a part of him.
