The transport was still as smooth as silk. As Li Ang opened his eyes, he found himself standing in a desolate wilderness.
Below his feet was a narrow dirt road, bordered on both sides by dense and chaotic forests. The trees within were tall but not straight, with branches sprouting haphazardly, twisted and skewed, like deformed, muscular men lurking and observing the five figures standing at the center of the road.
It was evening. The dim sun hung high over the distant hills, its slanting rays illuminating the earth but failing to bring even a trace of warmth to this forest path.
The five figures stood in the formation of a pentagram. No one spoke, and a somber, oppressive atmosphere brewed and grew.
Each person was sizing up the others.
