บท 61: Chapter 61: Shadow Veils and Thunderous Roars

The eerie image of the eclipse loomed larger in the sky, as if seeking to cast its ominous presence upon the earth. The crows, once feasting on the flesh of the corpse at the port, had long taken flight, sensing the return of the living dead.

Amidst the chilling breeze, a fishy and bloody scent permeated the air, carried on wisps of wind. Several meters away from the gruesome scene where the Golden Flying Fox bats crushed the heads of the Blood Slaves, a botanical project unfolded.

Nestled within a grove of Chinese elm trees, their rounded or vase-shaped crowns spread wider than their height, their slender and slightly contorted trunks provided a veil of camouflage.

Among the dappled shadows, another pair of red glowing eyes stood atop the tallest tree, meticulously observing every movement at the port.