The setting sun was like blood, casting a long shadow on the desolate land of a figure wearing a black robe and a mask. Every inch covered by his shadow, a strange aura quietly filled the air, and figures with twisted shapes and horrifying faces slowly emerged from the void. Just a casual glance can make people fall into fear deep in the soul, as if being swallowed by the endless dark abyss, and there will be no recovery.
His steps were steady and firm, and he moved forward unhurriedly. The ground beneath the feet sank slightly, revealing dots of pale corpses, densely spread under the soil, telling the story of the cruelty and vicissitudes of the past.
He was silent, raised his hand and took out an ancient book from his arms. The pages were yellowed and exuded an old smell.
As his fingertips turned, the pages of the book rustled, and on each page, a picture appeared. It was his trajectory along the way, countless struggles on the edge of life and death, in order to find a way out for everyone...
"I'll do it again..."
