The sound of the rolling waves rhythmically hitting the shore filled the air, accompanied by the distant calls of seagulls. As the sun began its descent, painting the sky with hues of red and orange, the beach was transformed into a canvas of serenity. Yet, stranded on the shore were a young man and a youthful woman—Yue Li and Han Li.
A dark sword laid just beside them.
Both of their bodies were gripped by the sea foam and then released right after as the wave tried to climb higher and higher. But both of them were out cold. A black seagull-looking bird gently landed atop Han Li's body and was just about to peck at his cheek when its feathers suddenly stood up and looked towards the sea as if about to flee.
It wanted to fly away, but it was too late.