In the pitch-black darkness, the wild wind swept up the torrential rain.
A helicopter hovered above the isolated island, the enormous roar of the rotor blades submerged within the storm.
The alert pilot noticed a speedboat bobbing up and down with the waves near the shallow sea. After a few gestures, he decisively landed the helicopter on the beach not far from the speedboat.
The rotor blades had not yet stopped, when a lithe figure jumped down from the helicopter. A flash of lightning illuminated the man's chiseled, handsome face, it was Ghost Shadow.
Then, Ghost Shadow extended his hand, saying, "Come down."
A chubby little head poked out from the helicopter, lips red and teeth white, eyes lively, who else could it be but Beas.
The little creatures leapt without hesitation into Ghost Shadow's arms, caught firmly by him.
With his head slightly bowed and waist bent, Ghost Shadow carried the little creatures out of the wind range of the rotor, walking to the stranded speedboat.
