Beneath his feet was a deep-colored, muddy, and sticky beach, and by his side, a cluster of twisted and low-lying trees, with some murky seawater not far away.
Slightly murmuring waves surged murkily, blurring the coastline.
Clearly, this place was a mangrove forest at the edge of a small island.
At this moment, it was dusk, the sky was faintly illuminated, the night sky darkened, but his powerful vision allowed Colin to clearly see everything around him.
He turned his head to look out over the sea, past the sheltering trees, where a rudimentary brown wooden boat caught his eye, currently floating not far away, bobbing with the waves.
'Maybe it's the vessel that the Tree Elf hybrid and Liya'er used to come to this small island...' he conjectured to himself, before once again vigilantly observing his surroundings.
