Slipping Through
Amidst the waning rays of the sunlight, a crimson-white robbed man stepped out of a cave hidden underneath a mountain range, followed by a forest that formed a sparse environment easy to hide oneself.
With deliberate steps, the man emerged from the cave, his crimson-white robe being tarnished by blood. His left hand was missing, and his shoulder appeared mangled. His figure and clothes were in tatters, yet he exuded an undeniable sense of resilience as though there was no pain.
His gait was steady, and his aura beamed with the air of determination, a stoic resolve resting on his facial features. Even though his gaze appeared weary, it held an unwavering emotion.
Suddenly, he paused and stopped in his tracks as he saw a purple-robed man slowly manifest before him, causing his eyes to severely twitch.
"That was a good plan, but still within my reach to discover you again."
"…"