Inside the cave, it was completely dark.
The voice of the Sword Obsession Hermit was deep and powerful, carrying the weight of years as he slowly recounted the unbearable past.
"It was a stormy night. We five, filled with hope, embarked on a bamboo raft, preparing to cross the seemingly calm but treacherous sea. At that time, we were unaware of the impending dangers, only thinking of leaving this bizarre space as soon as possible."
A trace of pain flickered in the Sword Obsession Hermit's eyes, but he continued recounting the past.
"The bamboo raft swayed in the waves, and our hearts also rode the waves with unease. However, just as we were about to see the dawn of hope, night fell, and the sea beasts seemed to be awakened by some force, emerging from the water and launching fierce attacks on us."
His words were filled with reminiscence of the past and reverence for life.
