A silhouette appeared from afar and quickly landed on a small island.
This figure was covered in blood, exuding a strong and intense aura. The potent energy made the seabirds on the beach, hunting crabs, let out startled cries and immediately take to the air, distancing themselves from the figure.
The person stood at their spot for a while, gradually calming the fierce aura on their body. Then, they manipulated the seawater to sweep around them, washing away all the fresh blood.
Afterward, they meticulously checked over themselves and, upon confirming no issues, began to walk forward, heading toward the wooden cabins on the island.
On the island, birds chirped and flowers were fragrant, the environment exceptionally good. Rows of wooden cabins were neatly aligned, and in front of them, fields had just been cultivated, with the soil freshly turned and yet to be sown with any crops.
Peaceful and comfortable, like a paradise.
