Day of Clearing
In the dark forest, a mysterious person appeared, hiding behind a shadowy mask and wearing dark clothes. He moved quickly, not just jumping but running from tree to tree, his movements so fast that the wind whistled and cut through the air behind him.
Swachh!
His heart beat rapidly, matching the sound of his running steps. His eyes flickered with a bright green color as he held his chest, close to his heart, desperation showing on his face.
"Please, don't die! I'm almost there!" he whispered urgently that was barely heard amidst the rustling leaves and his own heavy breaths.
The day before had been a relentless marathon, fueled by the devastating loss of one of his favorite creations, the 'shadow assassin bug King.'
He had put all his effort into grooming it, nurturing its potential as a deadly weapon.
Its death had deeply affected him, leaving him with unanswered questions and seething anger.