As the first ray of the morning sun slowly spread across the horizon, it revealed the destroyed valley in full clarity, the aftermath of battle laid bare under a calm golden light. The massive corpse of the beast lay motionless, its enormous frame dominating the landscape, while the ship rested nearby in eerie silence.
Lin Xiaotian slowly opened his eyes, a faint breath escaping him as clarity returned and his thoughts settled once again. The heaviness in his body had mostly faded, and judging by the surroundings, the others had also recovered from the previous battle.
He stood up steadily, adjusting his posture as his gaze naturally fell upon the Moon Veil Pavilion fairy standing not far away, her figure quiet and composed against the rising light. After a brief pause, he walked toward her with an unhurried pace.
