Despite his nudity, there was an inherent dignity about him, an unspoken command that emanated from his bearing.
His posture was upright, muscles well-defined across his chest and arms, suggesting strength both physical and beyond the ordinary.
The way he scanned the horizon, a mix of wariness and wonder, hinted at a deep connection to this place, as if each stone and whisper of wind held a line in the story he was part of.
After taking in the entirety of his surroundings and sensing a deep, familiar connection to the place, Wang Xiao's features softened, a slight smile beginning to curl at the edges of his lips.
"Hmm?"
But this fleeting mont of tranquility was abruptly disrupted as a sharp tingle of danger prickled at the back of his mind, the air around him quivering with tension.
Whoosh!
In an instant, he propelled himself skyward, his eyes narrowing as he beheld a surreal and alarming sight: an array of lethal weapons cutting through the air, hurtling directly toward him.
His brow furrowed deeply in annoyance at this hostile reception.
Was this the welco his own people had prepared for him?
Insolent fools!
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North Atlantic Ocean!
A news helicopter hovering at a safe distance high above the sea, from which a live broadcast was being transmitted.
Inside the helicopter, the broadcaster, a young woman nad Lila, with shoulder length hair tied back in a sleek ponytail and eyes alight with the thrill of live reporting, was narrating the events with growing excitent.
"Missiles will hit the surface in 3...2...1..." Lila counted down energetically, her voice filled with anticipation.
"Boom!"
Yet, following her emphatic countdown, nothing happened.
Confusion clouded her face as she turned to see a similarly bewildered expression on her caraman's face.
!?
She spun around, her eyes widening in shock.
"!!"
The entire landscape of Frostholm, as if shielded by so greater force, was now covered by a dark barrier.
It was so dense that not even light could penetrate it; the missiles, seemingly robust and destructive monts before, were silently engulfed by this ominous darkness.
"Um, ladies and gentlen," Lila stamred, her usually enthusiastic comntary faltering as she struggled to comprehend the scene before her. "It appears that... well, uh, we have so trouble here..."
She urgently gestured to the caraman to halt the broadcast for a mont and quickly dialed HQ to verify the unfolding events.
This wasn't supposed to happen, right?
She pondered.
"Don't stop the broadcast! Lila, this is your mont—your popularity will skyrocket," her company's director exclaid over the phone, his voice a mix of excitent and command.
With a heavy sigh, Lila ended the call and gave a decisive nod to the caran, signaling them to resu the broadcast.
Click!
As Lila appeared on screen again, her presence was magnetic.
With her large, expressive eyes and dark, flowing shoulder length darkhair, she radiated a charm and vibrancy that was instantly captivating.
Dressed impeccably in sumr clothes, she seed to glow against the background of sea, her appearance perfectly attuned to the idol-like enthusiasm she was known for.
Her voice instantly grew animated and infused with an infectious energy, captured the attention of viewers worldwide. "Folks, what we're seeing here is absolutely unprecedented! The entire Frostholm nation, shielded by what appears to be an impenetrable dark barrier. Our missiles, designed to neutralize the threat, have been completely absorbed!"
She moved gracefully in front of the cara, her gestures animated and her tone filled with a mix of awe and excitent. "This barrier, whatever it is, has changed the ga. We're not just talking about military tactics anymore; this is sothing straight out of a sci-fi movie!"
Lila's enthusiasm was growing, and her ability to convey the dramatic nature of these events made the broadcast not only informative but also deeply engaging. "Stay tuned as we continue to monitor this situation. Whatever happens next, you can count on us to bring you the very latest. This is Lila, live above Frostholm, where history is being made right before our eyes!"
Then, the cara shifted to completely, display the current state of Frostholm.
The dark matter, after eating all the missiles, recided, and took back the radioactive dust with it, effectively cleansing the radioactive dust, and stopped it from spreading.
Yet the land of Frostholm have long been turned radioactive, and even for centuries, normal person wouldn't dare approach it.
Then, the cara panned across to fully capture the eerie landscape of Frostholm.
The dark matter, after devouring all the missiles, began to recede slowly, dragging the radioactive dust back into its shadowy depths, cleansing the land and halting the spread of contamination.
Yet the scars of radiation had destroyed Frostholm foundation for too long.
The land, desolate and glowing faintly with an unnatural hue, remained a forbidden zone.
Even for centuries to co, no ordinary person would dare tread here.
"Can you believe what we're seeing?" whispered one onlooker, eyes wide with a mix of fear and fascination.
"It's like... like the hand of a god intervened," another exclaid, unable to hide his awe.
"Who or what could possibly stop so many missiles? This is beyond any human capability," a woman said, her voice shaking as she clutched her chest.
A man nearby chid in, his tone a mixture of reverence and fear, "This must be divine protection; nothing else makes sense."
As murmurs grew among the crowd, a consensus began to form, fueled by the mysterious events. "They should rena it... the Land of the Divine," suggested soone in the back, a suggestion that quickly gained approval.
"I never thought I'd live to see Frostholm like this... It's both terrifying and srizing," murmured another, capturing the mont on her phone, unsure if anyone would believe the transformation without proof.
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Due to a single action, the whole world was frozen in shock!
Little did they realize, the perpetrator of all this was, in fact, a small speck of dust-like person, hovering alone over the nation's land.
Wang Xiao's eyes glowed ominously and narrowed toward the aircrafts that were now making a hasty exit.
Then, his gaze shifted and locked onto a news helicopter nearby, its host peering out of the open entrance.
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"Close the door! We are leaving the airspace!"
The pilot's shout echoed sharply in the cramped cabin, causing Lila to nod, flustered.
"T... This is jamd!" She grappled with the door, her efforts futile as it stubbornly resisted.
"Damn it!" The pilot cursed under his breath, his frustration growing as he signaled to the second pilot, who doubled as a caraman, to assist her.
However, at that very mont—
Whoosh!
"What!?"
Lila's heart skipped a beat as, shockingly, a naked man materialized before her.
Gasp!
"Monster..." she whispered, her gaze inadvertently locked not on his eyes, but on the daring display below his waist, which seed to cheekily wave 'Hi.'
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