Amidst the vast, misty waves, within layers of watery curtains.
A clear Sword Light shot out of the Grand Array, flying toward the depths of Black Mountain at lightning speed.
The water mist rose, swirling into a rosy haze.
The deep trail left by the Sword Light as it streaked across the sky was veiled by the mist, concealing its path.
One hour later, three Escape Lights arrived, radiating a tyrannical might.
The leader looked like a walking skeleton, so frail a gust of wind could topple him. His hands were made of stark white bone that gleamed with a ghostly light.
On his left was a glamorous and incomparably charming woman. She had an oval face, peachy cheeks, and eyes like autumn pools; her gaze seemed to brim with affection for whomever she looked upon.
On his right was a middle-aged man with graying temples and an ethereal air. He somehow projected two conflicting impressions at once: one of youth, the other of world-weary age.
