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Xuan Yang felt a sudden darkness envelop him, and he fainted.
When he awoke again, he found himself lying in a dilapidated temple. His wounds had been bandaged, and a faint scent of herbs lingered in the air. The dry smell of wood mixed with dust created a heavy atmosphere that made him feel dizzy. He attempted to move his fingers, but a wave of soreness and numbness coursed through his body, causing him to gasp in pain. "Where am I?" he struggled to sit up, only to realize he was utterly weak, as if all his strength had been drained.
Old Village Chief Lu Zhiyuan sat nearby, holding a worn-out fan and gently fanning himself. His expression was grave, brows furrowed as if a heavy stone pressed upon his heart, making it hard for him to breathe. Upon hearing Xuan Yang's voice, he suddenly looked up, surprise flickering in his murky old eyes. "You're awake?" he asked with concern, his voice trembling slightly as if afraid to disturb the hard-won tranquility.
"What happened?" Xuan Yang managed to prop himself against the cold wall, feeling a splitting headache. Memories scattered like shards in his mind; he struggled to piece together what had happened before he lost consciousness but could only recall chaos and despair. "I... I remember the Shadows..."
"Alas..." Lu Zhiyuan sighed deeply, as if wanting to pour out all the sorrow and helplessness within him. "The Shadows attacked the village; many villagers... are gone." He paused, not continuing further, but Xuan Yang understood the implication.
An indescribable grief surged like a tide within Xuan Yang's heart. He felt suffocated, as if an invisible hand was tightly gripping his throat. "How could this happen..." he murmured, his voice hoarse and weak. Clenching his fists, his nails dug deep into his flesh without him feeling any pain—only endless regret and anger burned within him. "Shadows! I will kill you!" he gritted his teeth, his voice low and filled with murderous intent, like an Evil Spirit from hell vowing to tear apart its enemies.
"Child, I know you're angry, but this is not the time for rash actions," Lu Zhiyuan said earnestly, worry etched on his wrinkled face. "The Shadows' power far exceeds our imagination; we need to plan carefully and conserve our strength to ultimately defeat them."
"But the village..." Xuan Yang choked on his words, unable to express himself. Images of the once peaceful village flooded his mind; now it lay in ruins, bodies strewn everywhere, blood flowing like rivers. Familiar faces were now separated by life and death—this agony twisted like a knife in his heart.
"I will arrange for people to rebuild the village and take care of the surviving villagers," Lu Zhiyuan said as he patted Xuan Yang's shoulder, trying to lend him strength. "Right now, your priority is to heal and grow stronger; only then can we seek revenge!"
Xuan Yang nodded; he knew Old Village Chief was right. Taking a deep breath, he tried to calm the pain and anger within him. He understood that only by becoming stronger could he protect those around him and avenge the fallen villagers. "My... my Shadow Puppet..." Suddenly recalling what happened before he fainted—the mysterious power that had given him a glimmer of hope amidst despair.
"Your Ability has awakened," Lu Zhiyuan said with a hint of relief in his eyes, as if seeing a ray of light breaking through darkness. "You have initially grasped the power of Shadow Puppet; this is key to our fight against the Shadows."
Xuan Yang felt a surge of joy; this was his hope for revenge. He closed his eyes and felt the power surging within him. The Shadow Puppet appeared in his mind—stronger and more solid than before—as if it had come alive. "I feel like I can control more shadows now," he opened his eyes with excitement sparkling within them as if seeing hope for vengeance.
"This is good news," Lu Zhiyuan encouraged him. "You must practice diligently and master this power quickly so you can play a greater role in the upcoming battles."
In the following days, Xuan Yang focused on training in the broken temple, continuously enhancing his Ability. He manipulated shadows, practicing both offense and defense; Shadow Puppet became increasingly agile and powerful in his hands, extending like an arm that could be controlled at will. He could even shape shadows into various forms like magic tricks that dazzled the eye.
At the same time, he began to learn how to manipulate other objects; branches, stones, and even small animals could become his Puppet Master. He discovered that the more objects he controlled, the greater the energy consumption, and there were limits to both the distance and duration of his control. He understood that he had a long way to go and needed to practice and explore continuously to unleash this power to its fullest potential.
One day, Lu Zhiyuan arrived at the dilapidated temple, his expression grave as if something bad was about to happen. "The Shadow has appeared again," he said in a low voice. "It seems to be searching for something, and it's getting closer to us."
"What is it searching for?" Xuan Yang asked, puzzled, feeling an unsettling premonition in his heart.
"I don't know," Lu Zhiyuan shook his head. "But it must be related to the Puppet Master, perhaps... perhaps it's connected to you."
A chill ran down Xuan Yang's spine as he realized that the Shadow's target was likely himself. He shivered involuntarily.
"We must stop it!" Xuan Yang declared firmly, determination shining in his eyes. "We can't let it hurt anyone else!"
"I know," Lu Zhiyuan nodded. "I have gathered all the Ability users in the village, preparing for a final battle against the Shadow! Even if it costs us our lives, we must protect our home!"
A surge of passion rose within Xuan Yang; he knew that this battle would determine the fate of the village and his own fate as well. He stood up, his gaze resolute; he understood that there was no turning back now—only a Desperate Battle awaited him!
That night, under a dark moon and howling winds, an atmosphere of killing intent filled the air.
Xuan Yang and the village's Ability users lay in ambush at the village entrance, waiting for the Shadow's appearance. The wind whistled past, casting eerie shadows among the trees that danced like phantoms. The air was thick with tension, like a taut string ready to snap at any moment.
Suddenly, a shadow flickered by, appearing at the village entrance like a ghost.
"The Shadow!" Xuan Yang hissed under his breath and charged forward.
The other Ability users followed closely behind; a great battle was about to erupt.
The Shadow let out a cold laugh, its form shifting like a wraith, elusive and hard to capture.
He manipulated the shadows, like countless venomous snakes, slithering towards Xuan Yang and the others.
Xuan Yang summoned the Shadow Puppet, engaging in a fierce battle with the shadows. The clash of blades and the dance of weapons created a chaotic scene.
Other Ability users also showcased their skills, fighting fiercely against the shadow's minions, the sounds of battle echoing like thunder.
Gradually, Xuan Yang felt his strength waning. The power of the shadows exceeded his expectations; he felt like a trapped beast, struggling desperately under their control.
Suddenly, the shadow's figure appeared before him, like the arrival of the Grim Reaper.
"Are you the Puppet Master?" the shadow asked with a cold laugh, greed glinting in its eyes.
"What do you want?" Xuan Yang gritted his teeth and asked, realizing he was in a dire situation.
The shadow did not answer. Instead, it extended its hand, and a powerful force bound Xuan Yang, rendering him immobile.
"Hand over your power obediently," the shadow sneered, "and this way, you might suffer less."
Despair filled Xuan Yang's heart; he knew that he might truly be facing death.
At that moment, a flash of white light streaked across…
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