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Deep within this distant ruin, in a forgotten chamber lost to time, the walls adorned with ice crystals reflect a dim light, emitting a faint blue glow like the bioluminescence of the deep sea, mysterious and ancient. These ice crystals have remained silent for millennia, guarding a former king and his eternal slumber.
As an enigmatic force from the outside world awakens, the ice crystals begin to emit subtle cracking sounds, akin to the heavy ice melting in the warmth of spring. These sounds are whispers of time, echoes of history.
The elegant figure lay quietly in the stone coffin, his face as delicate as a work of art. His silver-white long hair scattered casually on the ice, setting off his pale and noble face. This was Raisin, the former Blood King, the ancient legend.
As the ice crystals shattered, a faint light gradually illuminated his eyes, which should have been asleep in eternity. They slowly opened, as if ancient stars were reigniting in the night sky. His eyes were deep and mysterious, revealing a hint of newfound curiosity.
Raisin slowly sat up, his movements graceful and dignified, like a long-lost king returning to his court. The dim light cast long shadows on his tall and imposing figure. The surrounding ice crystals gradually melted under his faint breath, turning into sparkling water droplets that fell onto the stone coffin, producing a clear and pleasant sound.
His gaze swept over every corner of the secret chamber, as if searching for something or reminiscing about the space that had once sealed him. His fingers lightly touched the edge of the coffin, murmuring softly, "A thousand years of slumber, the world has long changed. Have my old ministers, my enemies, and my royal family all turned to dust?"
The cold and majestic voice echoed in the secret chamber, appearing lonely and solemn. He stood up, moving with a steady pace, as if each step was in sync with the rhythm of time, walking towards the stone platform next to the coffin. His gaze fell upon the magic circle on top, with a hint of complexity flashing in his eyes.
"Whose handiwork is this magic circle? Friend or foe?" Raisin asked himself, his voice filled with the confidence and depth of a king. He reached out, touching each rune on the magic circle, as if communicating with them or deciphering the secrets behind them.
"A thousand years is enough to change everything. But I, Raisin, the Blood King, will never be buried by time. A new era is about to begin, and I will be at the forefront of that change," Raisin's voice is full of dominance.
He quietly looks at this new world, his eyes not only filled with calm observation, but also with a desire to control the unknown. He slowly stands up, his robe gently swaying with the movement, as if the river of time is flowing around him. At this moment, a thousand years seem to reverse, and that ancient king once again returns to this ever-changing world.
Raisin inspected his own flesh, which remained unscathed beneath the icy encasement, exuding the same power and allure that had captivated hearts a millennium ago. A hint of bewilderment flickered in his eyes as he struggled to comprehend why he had awakened at this moment and what changes had transpired in the world.
As the Blood King, Raisin's memories were filled with the splendor and decline of the Bloodline, and his heart held a steadfast dedication to the traditions and laws of the Bloodline.
Raisin He stood up gently, dressed in a long robe, resembling a statue stepping out of history, exuding both majesty and solitude. His gaze pierced through the stone walls of the chamber, gazing into the distance. It was the yearning of a king for the unknown territory, a curiosity for the new era.
"The awakening of oneself will bring about earth-shattering changes to this world." Raisin silently recited in his heart, feeling the aura of a king rising from within, yet mixed with a hint of confusion. This world was vastly different from the one he remembered.
The ice crystals in the secret chamber had already melted, and Raisin walked slowly to the stone platform next to the coffin, his gaze falling on an ancient magic circle inscribed on it. This magic circle, once only a lost legend in his memory, had unexpectedly become the key to his awakening.
"Whose deliberate creation is this magic circle?" Raisin's voice was deep and full of charm, with a hint of contemplation between his brows. In the thousand years of his slumber, the world had already changed, and the secrets of the Bloodline might no longer be secrets. His awakening might be part of some unknown plan.
His gaze fell on a dried drop of blood at the edge of the stone platform, emitting a faint yet ancient charm, as if it had a subtle resonance with his bloodline. Raisin reached out and lightly touched the bloodstain, a complex emotion surging in his heart.
"This bloodline, could it be related to me?" Raisin murmured, his eyes filled with bewilderment and depth, as if searching for countless clues. His heart was full of doubt; the changes in this world were far more complex than he had imagined.
In this new era, he was no longer the all-knowing king. He needed to find answers, to understand the new order of this world, and his role within it. He gently withdrew his fingers.
After a long silence, Raisin turned and walked towards the exit of the secret room. His steps were steady and slow, as if each one left a deep mark in the river of history. His awakening was not accidental, but the beginning of a new era.
"No matter who awakened me, I must seek the answers myself," Raisin said with the determination of a true king. His awakening was not just a personal rebirth, but also a turning point for the entire Bloodline and even the whole world.
The ancient and mysterious power gradually awakened within him, and every step he took was filled with calm and dominance, naturally exuding the demeanor of a king.
As Raisin approached the exit of the secret chamber, his steps suddenly halted. A sudden determination arose within him as he turned to look at the chamber shrouded in ancient secrets, a hint of majesty flashing in his eyes.
"Here, should no longer see the light of day," he muttered softly, waving his right hand gently. With his gesture, an invisible force began to gather in the secret chamber. A strong and ancient magic gradually permeated the air.
Raisin closed his eyes, and beneath his deep, abyss-like gaze, threads of blood-red light began to flow. He took a deep breath, then suddenly opened his eyes, and the blood-red light burst forth. He pressed his hands downward, and the ancient magic circle suddenly lit up with dazzling red light, intertwining with his blood-red glow to form a terrifying vortex of power.
As Raisin's power erupted, the entire ruins began to tremble, as if quivering under this force. Stones and shards of ice crystals began to fall from the walls and ceiling, emitting a crisp cracking sound. The energy within the vortex grew stronger and began to affect the surrounding space, distorting the air and warping the line of sight.
Raisin's expression turned serious. The release of this power was also a tremendous burden for him, but it was necessary. He could not allow these ancient secrets to be exposed to the world again, especially when he did not yet understand the circumstances of this era.
In the end, with a loud roar, the walls of the chamber began to collapse, and stones and ice crystals poured down like a waterfall, burying the ancient magic circle and coffin together.
On the altar, Lín Yè suddenly felt this power. Her heart skipped a beat, her eyes snapped open, and a hint of shock flashed in her eyes.
"This is..." There was a hint of uncertainty in her tone, as she could feel the ancient and domineering power, as if some unimaginable presence had awakened.
Her gaze seemed to penetrate the stone wall on the altar, looking in a certain direction. After a moment, she said softly, "A powerful force, as if a deep nightmare has awakened. I have never felt such a domineering aura before..."
At the same time, Raisin continued to gather his own strength, and the entire ruins began to collapse under his power. Giant rocks tumbled, earth and stones flew, everything turned to dust under his power. The ice-covered chamber, the place that witnessed his thousand-year slumber, finally completely collapsed under his power, turning into ruins.
With the destruction of the chamber, Raisin felt a hint of relief. His new life should not be bound by the past. He would create a new era of his own, and the beginning of this new era would be to start by destroying the shackles of the past.
Raisin slowly walked out of the dusty ruins, his eyes deep and filled with the aura and power of a king, naturally exuding the arrival of a new era. The night breeze gently lifted his silver-white hair, and his gaze pierced through the swirling dust, seemingly reaching the distant horizon. In this moment, the intertwining of new and old, the gears of destiny quietly turned.
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