C52 Level Eight of Pulse Opening Stage

In the quiet wilderness, darkness enveloped the landscape, as deep as ink. A gentle breeze whispered through the half-man-high vegetation, stirring a soft rustling sound.

A young man strolled down the ancient path with an easy gait, a blade of dog tail grass clenched between his teeth. He gently crushed the tender base of the plant, savoring the sharp, bitter juice that seeped out