End of Hatred

At the exit of the Phoenix Mountain tunnel, there was a street lamp.

At night, it would light up.

At this moment.

Dirt began to roll down from one side of the mountain.

There was already a shallow layer of dust gathered beside the road.

Two headlights drove out of the tunnel.

It was like the descent of the Grim Reaper.

Or maybe it was an effect of the cars speeding through the tunnel.

Boom!

In a flash, under the sparkling light, the mountain seemed to be trembling!

Immediately after, there were loud crashing sounds.

A landslide that blotted out the sky

suddenly buried the black car that jumped out of the tunnel.

Looking at the faint light in front of the tunnel exit, Alexander had just breathed a sigh of relief.

Then, a dull sound rang in his ears.

He turned to look at the window.

His pupils constricted.

The black mountain was like a huge mouth that blotted out the sky.