Outside the canopy.
The sky is dark, the clouds dense.
On the dark, rugged vast mud ground.
A tall man in a moon-white robe is slowly walking step by step along the road surface.
The road is indistinct; if you don't look carefully, you simply cannot identify that it used to be a well-built wide driveway.
The man keeps moving forward, and after walking a distance, he looks up to check the sky.
"Hopefully the clouds won't disperse again." He mumbles softly.
The black clouds in the sky remain clustered, growing denser without dissipating.
But a blurry black silhouette is approaching right in front.
It is a strong black-winged humanoid.
Its face only has a large mouth, and its gigantic eyes grow at the center of its chest, like purple crystals.
"Living spirit...! Living spirit!!" The humanoid screams, like a wild beast.
On both sides of the road are undulating pitch-black hills.
