Zhao Li Xin leapt from the back of the flying beast Alcotrice, his figure cutting through the dense mist as he descended from the sky. The wind tugged at his long trench coat, but his expression remained calm and composed.
With a soft thud, he landed softly on the cracked road below, barely stirring up the dust that had accumulated over years of neglect. His knees bent slightly to absorb the impact before he straightened up and looked ahead.
The road stretched far into the distance like a forgotten scar on the land. The once-black asphalt was now cracked and uneven, its surface broken by countless cracks where weeds and roots had dug in. Pieces of pavement littered the ground, giving the impression that the road itself was slowly being taken over by nature.
