From afar, large loud footsteps crunched over broken stone.
In a few breaths, a group of around eight armored riders appeared approached from the west, mounted atop scaled beasts with horned crests.
"Survivor!" one of them called to the others. Squinting Bai Cang noticed he was a man at least in his thirties with long brown hair, shifting his gaze to the others, he noticed they were also wearing plated armor.
Bai Cang was startled as he suppressed the need to yell,
"What the hell are those" He looked up, dust and blood on his face to gauge their intention as they came closer trying but he did not speak.
"What is your name?" the rider who shouted earlier asked with a smile He hesitated and tried to suppress a pained expression from appearing on his face as he approached them as well.
"…I… don't remember." "The previous owner must have been seriously injured during that beast tide," he thought while trying to calm his chaotic mess of a mind.
One of the guards dismounted. "Supposed incident of memory loss?" wearing a frown, he pulled out a glowing crystal from his pouch and tapped it toward the boy's forehead.
A low hum echoed. "Hmm, He's clean. No foreign Qi" he said again, while returning the orb.
Another manly voice grunted, "Still breathing after a beast tide this size… must be lucky."
Bai Cang said nothing,
" Bring him along " said the last member who was a scarred female and judging by how the rest were spacing around her Bai Cang felt she was the leader.
Just like that, he got on the horned carapace beast of the man with brown hair, heading toward their destination.
In his vision, the words from earlier pulsed once more.
[Introduction: Locked — Pending confirmation]
He stared at the flickering words. He was alive, and this world… was not kind.