The cool breeze gently blew through.
Wave after wave of chilling aura continuously spread in the early morning of the Shadowy Forest.
The bright red morning light filtered through the gaps in the leaves.
It happened to fall on the face of the Catchang Soldier, bringing a touch of warmth and comfort.
No need to avoid the poisonous insects and rodents hidden in the piles of fallen leaves.
No need to be cautious of the stable trees suddenly extending deadly branches.
No need to constantly move aside to avoid the strange miasma gathering around.
This patch of morning light and jungle was just too comforting.
Yet it was precisely this comfort that made the Catchang Soldier feel a sense of unease.
The Catchang Soldier reflected on the dangers previously encountered in the Catachang Jungle, feeling an indescribable stir within.
If they were in this beautiful world.
Would they not have to endure those hard days?
