East Sea Shore.
Dark forest.
In the midst of a storm, fierce wind sounds mixed with countless raindrops, pouring madly onto the ground.
In a secluded path.
A large dragon horse, completely black and with scales on its limbs, galloped wildly, hooves clattering loudly, moving as fast as the wind, speeding towards the distance.
On the dragon horse lies a blood-soaked figure, hair disheveled, appearing exceptionally wretched, with a massive black hand seal on his back, containing poison, permeating through his chest, causing his skin to take on a purple and bluish hue.
At this moment, the figure is desperately urging the dragon horse forward, face filled with urgency, rushing into the distance.
"Giddyup! Giddyup! Giddyup..."
Amidst the storm, only the urgent shouts of this figure remain.
