Chapter 97: Back to Life
At dawn, somewhere around Krorän.
Each of the roads in that desert plane had no end in sight, and mounds upon mounds of rocks were scattered upon them.
They were ten metres high and undulated from time to time, and the rising sun gradually brightened them, dyeing each mound a golden red. From a distance, it looks as if a giant dragon with countless scales is deep in slumber.
Such a remote and dangerous place was not suitable for any human to reside in, but a figure could be seen hurriedly bouncing across the mounds.
An adult man in full white, imbued in a silver light, phasing in and out of vision with a sword by his side.
The desert morning sun was blazing hot on his back, and Bai Kai stopped upon reaching an oasis.
He calls it an oasis, but really, it was just a muddy reservoir of water, surrounded by caves that barely stretched out to anything. Stopping, he went straight to a cave dug out by the corner of the oasis, deliberating about avoiding the Euphrates trees by the cave.
The trees were a symbol of perseverance, but Bai Kai never liked them.
Rumour has it that the souls of tortured warriors clung onto these trees, and their twisted thoughts formed the twisted boroughs of the trees.