In the murky dark white mist and black sea, the air suddenly surged with two human figures.
The girl had black ram horns, blonde hair, and green eyes, her expression was panicked. She rode on the back of a young man with black hair who wielded dual swords. The latter was covered in blood and grime, battered and injured, his custom-made clothes were torn to shreds, and there was a bloody hole in his shoulder, with clear, delicate collarbones dripping with blood.
Yet the young man with black hair remained calm, as if he had just finished a jog, feeling relaxed and at ease. He turned his head, giving the girl a questioning look; the blonde girl shook her head to indicate she was fine, and the anxious emotions inside her calmed down as well.
These two were, of course, Ash and Filly.
