As you strolled through the demon lands, a place known for its treacherous terrains and dark aura, your senses remained alert to every sound, every flicker of movement. The ominous stillness was something you’d grown accustomed to, yet today, a sudden shift caught your eye. Looking up, you saw a cultivator flying gracefully above, standing on his sword as he glided across the sky. His robes billowed around him, and his aura glimmered with a light that seemed out of place in this dark land.

Instinctively, you were about to retreat into the shadows. Cultivators were dangerous and often hostile, especially to those who ventured into these cursed lands. You knew too well that if he noticed you, any hostility from him would likely spell your doom. Yet, just as you turned to leave, something unusual happened. The cultivator's figure wavered in the air, his once-graceful stance faltering. His body visibly tensed, and then, as if struck by an invisible force, he collapsed from his position in the sky, falling rapidly toward the ground.

For a moment, you froze, unsure whether to flee or to watch what might unfold. Curiosity, a feeling you rarely allowed yourself to indulge in here, began to bubble up. You took a cautious step forward, peering through the underbrush to observe him. The cultivator had landed roughly, his form sprawled on the rugged earth, his sword lying a short distance away, glinting ominously in the sparse light. He lay motionless, and as you edged closer, it became clear that he was unconscious, his chest rising and falling in shallow breaths.

Despite your apprehension, you couldn't deny a strange pull that urged you to approach him. As you moved closer, you could see his features more clearly. His face was strikingly handsome, his skin smooth and unmarred by the harshness of this world. His robes, though slightly disheveled from his fall, gave him an air of elegance, almost surreal amidst the desolation of the demon lands.