Journey to the Mysterious Sea

The elder's entire body was like a pool of lifeless mud, limp and powerless on the cold and hard ground, as if the source of life had dried up. His once upright pine-like figure had now disappeared without a trace like a dream bubble, leaving only this broken body. His entire body was severely burned, and his skin was burned by the cruel and ruthless flames, turning it black as charcoal, as if it was tightly grasped by the devil's hand of darkness and could not break free. The pungent burnt smell of the burnt skin filled the air, making people sick, as if this smell was a declaration of death.

The look of pain was like an extremely sharp blade, twisting his face fiercely and making it hideous. Each deep wrinkle seemed to be silently telling of the unbearable endless pain. It was the trace of years, but now it was filled with pain. His throat intermittently emitted bursts of miserable groans, and the sound seemed to come from the depths of the gloomy and terrifying hell, with endless despair and sadness. The sound was like a dirge from hell, which made people's hearts suddenly tighten involuntarily, as if they were tightly strangled by an invisible huge black hand, making people almost unable to breathe.

All around was a raging fire that was jumping wildly and raging. The fire was surging and extremely fierce. The blazing flames were spreading without scruples, just like a group of extremely hungry ferocious beasts, madly devouring everything around them. The flames were like the tongues of the devil, licking every inch of land. Whether it was the warm house, the lush trees, or the living life, they were all turned into ashes under their violent rage. The billowing smoke was like a black mountain towering into the clouds, rising violently and filling the entire sky, making the originally clear vision hazy. The thick smoke seemed to be the doomsday cloud of the world, ruthlessly covering everything, as if the whole world was swallowed by this thick and heavy smoke.

The elder's eyes were wide open, bloodshot, and the red lines were crisscrossed like a spider web. His eyes were full of anger and despair. His trembling fingers seemed to be accusing something with all his strength, pointing stiffly at Caitlin standing in front of him, and the finger seemed to be an arrow pointing at sin. At this moment, the anger in his heart erupted violently like a volcano, his teeth were clenched, and he squeezed out a cruel word full of resentment and curse from his teeth with great difficulty: "You will get retribution one day!" The voice seemed to be a cry from the depths of the soul, containing endless resentment and deep curses, like thunder in the dark night, shocking people's hearts.

Caitlin laughed wantonly, looking up to the sky. The laughter was particularly harsh in this miserable and sad scene, like a sharp thorn, stinging everyone's eardrums. Her laughter echoed in the roar of the fire, as if mocking everything. Her eyes were full of disdain, as if she was ruthlessly mocking the other party's incompetence and weakness, full of arrogance and contempt. She shouted arrogantly: "Now you are suffering retribution, and you will never see me suffer retribution in this life. And I say it again, I didn't do this. The whole village was burned down. It was these monsters who acted on their own initiative. I have nothing to do with these monsters and I don't know them at all." Her voice was still clearly audible in the roar of the fire. The indifference and ruthlessness in her words made people feel cold in their backs and chills in their hearts. Her words were like a cold wind, blowing through everyone's heart.

As soon as Caitlin finished speaking, a group of huge monsters slowly walked out of the village. Their steps were heavy and firm, and every step they took seemed to make the ground tremble slightly, as if the earth was trembling in fear under their feet. Each of these monsters, as if seeing an extremely noble queen, crawled on the ground with extreme piety, and howled from their mouths. The howlings came one after another, intertwined with each other, like a creepy and terrifying movement, resounding through the sky. The sound seemed to be a call from hell, which made people tremble with fear. Their bodies were tall and mighty, and their fur flashed with a strange and unpredictable light under the reflection of the fire. The light was like the eyes of a demon, flashing with evil. Those eyes revealed a chilling ferocity and cruelty, as if staring at death.

On the vast ground, there lay a middle-aged man with a weathered face. He looked extremely weak, and every movement seemed to have consumed a great deal of his strength. At this moment, he twisted his neck with great difficulty and slowly turned his head. When his eyes touched the scene in front of him, his emotions instantly erupted like a volcano, and he was so angry that his whole body trembled violently like a sieve, and his body twitched violently involuntarily, as if controlled by an irresistible force.

His face flushed red, the color was like a ripe apple, bright and dazzling, no doubt, it was the color of anger. His eyes were burning with rage, full of anger and unwillingness, the rage was so strong that it seemed to burn his eyes out and turn them into ashes. He opened his mouth in exasperation and roared with all his strength: "Look at this, look at this! Isn't this enough to prove that you called these monsters here? They have all recognized you as their master!" His voice became hoarse and low because of anger, as if it was a roar from the depths of his soul. The words were full of strong accusations and raging anger against Caitlin, and every word was like a burning flame, hot and piercing. His voice seemed to be the last struggle, full of despair and helplessness, as if a drowning person struggling in the dark, making his last struggle.

Caitlin, who was standing opposite, had an expression that was difficult to describe. Her brows were slightly furrowed on her delicate face, like a deep ravine, which abruptly broke her originally calm expression and added a bit of heaviness and solemnity. Her eyes were like torches, staring closely at the monsters in front of her, but her eyes revealed an unwavering fortitude, without even the slightest intention of retreating or hesitating. She stood tall and said loudly without hesitation: "I have a clear conscience and am open and honest, so I am naturally not afraid of your unfounded accusations. I will never admit to anything I did not do, and no one can force me!"