At 5 a.m., the train traversing the Gobi Desert lit up like a giant snake in the darkness, as the carriages sequentially brightened in a pattern reminiscent of a breathing light. Although the lights were dim, they seemed to carry a tremendous power that could dispel anything.
Feng Xue loosened his grip on the ghost he had been restraining and adjusted the thickness of his trousers before canceling the activation of "Darkness."
In the carriage that had been covered by dark powers, the train's characteristic dim light returned, and the ghost let out a silent scream, vanishing weakly within the room with a hint of relief.
The warm air blowing from the air conditioner regained its temperature again, and the leaves of the homeland tree trembled slightly, scattering any lingering chill.
