At 10:06, the Dark Tide suddenly receded like a wave, the deep night that had devoured the sky instantly collapsed, replaced by the clear Hawaiian morning sunlight pouring down. The sky revealed a gem-like azure, with not a cloud in sight. The warm glow wrapped around the entire coastline of Oahu Island.
Lin Xian stood at the coastal port of a wealthy estate, having devoured the half-sunken yacht. The sea breeze gently patted the rocks and beach, stirring up tiny waves. The salty sea air mixed with the fragrance of subtropical vegetation, permeating the air with a laid-back, tranquil scent. He looked into the distance; this once vacation paradise was now shrouded in silence, yet such a place gave this group of apocalypse refugees a rare sense of peace.
Whoosh~
