Amidst the vast wilderness, desolate beasts were roaring. Today, their reactions were exceptionally strange, appearing very irritable as they left their dwellings, scurrying everywhere, attacking each other.
On a dense and towering mountain peak, a fine dust of sand spread along the roots of the trees on the mountainside, climbing all the way to the summit, and then gradually coalescing into two people.
It was a man and a woman, both wearing the outfits of explorers, their clothes marked with streaks of blood, some places torn. The man's left thigh bone was broken, still connected by skin, flipping outward at a bizarre vertical angle.
But the sand covered his foot, slowly maneuvering the broken foot back to its proper position, restoring normalcy.
He was evidently different from those parasitic Ghost Mustache of Remnant Visage, which could only maintain the appearance of humans until their last breath, but he could heal his injuries.
