The helicopter soared over the strait, like a majestic eagle flying over the boundless sea.
The sky was shrouded in dark clouds, the world was dim, and in the distant horizon, heavy black mist gathered, resembling the entrance to Hell, devouring people's souls.
And on the vast ocean, a warship sailed, as small as a lone lantern.
The deck opened wide, and the helicopter slowly descended. A group of navy-uniformed soldiers gathered on the deck, standing neatly, their faces solemn, as if welcoming the return of a king.
A man stepped down from the helicopter, the sea breeze like a mist, lifting the strands of hair on his forehead, making his eyes appear even more profound and mysterious. The Silver Mask reflected a cold sheen on the starless and moonless sea.
