The desolate wind blew by, bringing with it a wailing sound, swirling up dust across the sky, blinding people's eyes, yet unable to obscure the murderous intent. The sky wasn't too bright, and the light that fell wasn't dazzling, allowing people to see things clearly, both near and far.
Standing there alone, Shu had just come out from the city, with a sardonic look on his face, his dark eyes fixed on Folan not far away, Folan who led a pack like a pride of lions.
Folan's face was full of a rebellious expression, so arrogant, as if the whole world was already beneath his feet, as if the people of Edge City had bowed before him. But upon seeing Shu come out, his arrogant demeanor crumbled instantly, followed by a low growl.
