Bab 1353: 640 Narrow Road_1

The Mythical Beast poked its head out of the backpack, its eyes glistening green with both fear and excitement.

Aubree Groove stood there quietly, her slender body seemingly possessing an energy that could defy the world, unfazed, immovable.

A gust of wind stirred her shoulder-length dark hair; her beautiful face remained calm in the driving rain. The depth of her black eyes was like the endless night, filled with both compassion and indifference, pitying all creatures, yet treating them as if they were nothing more than mere grains of sand in the sea.

The hurricane formed a vortex, sweeping towards her. Everywhere it went, it turned the land into a wasteland with the indifference of a meat grinder.

The young lady stood serene, her eyes slightly closed, her palms gently touching. On her pale face, there was a smile as gentle as the spring rain.