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The sound of footsteps echoed on the stone steps, following the dim light and shadows. Raisin, the Blood King from a thousand years ago, took his first steps out of the secret chamber after a long slumber. The layers of stairs seemed like a tunnel of time, leading him from a distant past to the present world. Though his pace was slow, it was filled with determination and elegance, as if each step awakened a memory from his deep slumber.
As he approached the upper level, the atmosphere around the altar gradually became apparent. The altar was illuminated by the dim candlelight, and ancient reliefs on the walls spoke of the glory and mystery of the Bloodline. This was a place Raisin used to frequent, and every corner was filled with memories.
Lín Yè At this moment, she was standing in the center of the altar, her gaze falling on the ancient relief in the dim corner, trying to interpret the source of the unusual power just now. Her hand tightly gripped the long sword, its silver blade shimmering with a cold light in the candlelight. Her demeanor revealed concentration, but more so immersion.
Suddenly, the candlelight at the edge of the altar seemed to flicker, as if something had interrupted their peaceful dance. Lín Yè She abruptly turned her head, her gaze sharp as a knife, piercing the sudden change. She saw the mysterious figure emerging from the secret chamber.
Raisin's figure appeared even taller and more mysterious in the flickering candlelight. His robe swayed gently with each step, exuding elegance and solemnity. His eyes shimmered with a faint red light in the darkness, revealing an extraordinary aura. When his gaze met Lín Yè, two strong energies collided in the air, as if invisible sparks were bursting in the air.
Their gazes intertwined in the air, like two sharp blades clashing. Raisin was drawn to the faint fragrance emanating from Lín Yè, a scent that carried sweetness, charm, and allure. Meanwhile, Lín Yè was captivated by his deep, ocean-like eyes, which seemed to hold a thousand years of stories, unfathomable in their depth.
Their mutual vigilance did not weaken because of their beauty, but the curiosity in their hearts ignited like a flame in the breeze, gradually burning. They did not speak to each other, only silently locking eyes, the air filled with an indescribable suffocation.
Lín Yè's longsword still pointed at Raisin, but her eyes revealed a hint of uncertainty. The man in front of her was no ordinary Bloodline, his aura different from any vampire she had ever hunted. His existence seemed to surpass all her understanding.
Raisin is savoring the deliciousness and beauty of the female hunter before him. His lips curl slightly, a smile that is ancient and mysterious, as if seeing through the inner conflicts and struggles of Lín Yè.
Raisin laughs. His laughter is deep and charming, like a symphony from ancient times.
Lín Yè Slightly furrowing her brows, she knew well that the other's power was not to be underestimated. But as "Nightcrawler," how could she easily back down? Her gaze was resolute, like the brightest stars in the night sky, unafraid of the darkness, unflinching in the face of storms.
In this moment, two souls from different worlds engaged in a silent dialogue under the dim candlelight of an ancient altar. In this exchange, there were no words, only gazes and breaths, yet it was more genuine than any spoken language.
Raisin finally broke the silence: "I am Raisin, the former Blood King. After a thousand years of slumber, I have awakened today, only to unexpectedly encounter such a heroic figure as yourself. Who are you?"
Lín Yè was surprised to hear this mysterious man was the legendary Blood King. She composed herself and replied, "I am Lín Yè, a Nightcrawler. As you are of the Bloodline, that makes you my enemy. However, today's events are truly unexpected. I came here in search of even greater power."
Raisin A faint smile, with a hint of inexplicable contentment: "So it is, you are in pursuit of the Source of Power."
Lín Yè Her heart tightened, she knew that the Blood King in front of her was no ordinary person, she had to handle this with caution.
Raisin's eyes flashed with a hint of complex emotion. His nose seemed to still linger on the enchanting scent of Lín Yè, a fresh and sweet life breath that he had not smelled in a thousand years. Long asleep, his body was craving for fresh blood, the most primitive and profound desire of Bloodline.
He took a step forward, just an arm's length away from Lín Yè, his voice low and tempting: " Lín Yè, your blood must be incredibly sweet. As the first meal in a thousand years, why not let me taste it?"
Lín Yè's brows furrowed, her eyes filled with disgust and rejection. She tightly gripped a silver longsword, the tip trembling slightly, reflecting her inner excitement: " Raisin, I am Nightcrawler, I will never become food for Bloodline. If you dare to cross the line, I will not show mercy."
A hint of surprise flashed in Raisin's eyes, he had not expected this woman to have such a strong will. His gaze became even more profound, as if re-evaluating the prey before him.
The tension in the air grew stronger, as if it could erupt at any moment. A subtle change flickered in Raisin's eyes, and he took a step back, seemingly respecting Lín Yè's choice.
Tilting his head slightly, Raisin's eyes, deep as the starry sky, carried the solitude and contemplation of millennia. He observed the resolute woman before him, puzzled by her intense hostility towards him. In his memory, humans were mostly fragile and easily manipulated beings, yet this woman displayed such strength, showing an inherent resistance and resilience.
"Are you so deeply hostile towards me? Is there some great enmity between us?" Raisin asked with a hint of sincere inquiry in his voice, but also with the dignity of a king.
Lín Yè's eyes flashed with a painful memory, but he responded firmly, "The Bloodline has brought calamity to the world, slaughtering the innocent. My hatred is for the actions of your Bloodline. If today's events are not necessary, I do not wish to be your enemy. But if you still seek to bring harm to the world, I will wield my sword to rid the world of the evil of the Bloodline."
Raisin fell silent for a moment, his gaze gradually moving away from Lín Yè and towards the ancient relief illuminated by candlelight. For the first time after a thousand years of slumber, his inner being felt a tremor, as if this woman's irrationality was awakening some distant memory within him.
"For a thousand years, the enmity between Bloodline and humans has indeed been indescribable. However, my awakening here is not to continue that enmity," Raisin spoke with a deep and heavy voice, carrying unquestionable authority. "If you are willing, perhaps you could join me in seeking the truth and uncovering the origin of this power."
Lín Yè still looked alert in her eyes, knowing that the Blood King in front of her was no ordinary person. Her brows furrowed slightly, as her curiosity and doubt intertwined. The words of the Blood King seemed to touch something deep within her.
"The truth?" Lín Yè sneered, unable to hide her disbelief. " Blood King, your words sound grand. However, can a few words erase the deep enmity between humans and the Bloodline? Can your so-called truth truly be convincing?"
Raisin looked at her with a faint smile, his voice carrying an irresistible charm, " Lín Yè, as a prominent figure in Nightcrawler, how could you fear the journey to seek the truth? Perhaps it will show you a whole new world."
Lín Yè sensed the change in Raisin's eyes, her heart stirred, but she firmly suppressed this unease. " Raisin, if you are truly the Blood King, you should know the enmity between Bloodline and Nightcrawler. There can be no connection between us." Her voice was resolute and cold, like the chill of a winter night.
Raisin smiled faintly, a smile that contained the wisdom and depth of the ages. "Your words are reasonable, but all things in the world are changing. Even hatred has its moments of relief. My interest in you goes far beyond your blood."
In the eyes of Lín Yè, a hint of complexity flashed. She couldn't understand why the man who called himself Blood King would show such interest in her. Though her heart was deeply unsettled, her exterior remained calm. " Raisin, I don't know what you're up to, but I warn you, it's best not to have any intentions towards me or humans."
Raisin had a deep gaze as he walked slowly towards Lín Yè, each step filled with calmness and strength. His eyes locked onto Lín Yè, as if trying to peer into the depths of her heart. " Lín Yè, your eyes are filled with hostility and caution, but I do not sense true fear. Your courage and perseverance have earned my respect. Tell me, what is the power you seek?"
Lín Yè fell silent for a moment, knowing that the Blood King before her was no ordinary being. Her answer might affect the upcoming situation. She took a deep breath, calming her emotions. "I seek the power to resist the Bloodline, the power to protect humanity from your kind's harm."
Raisin's eyes flashed with a hint of complex emotions. The corners of his mouth lifted slightly, with a touch of self-mockery. " Lín Yè, the power you seek may be right in front of you."
Lín Yè's pupils contracted, unable to believe her ears. "What are you saying?"
Raisin's eyes became deep and serious. "I have been asleep for a thousand years, and the world that I woke up to is no longer the one I once knew. The relationship between Bloodline and humans is no longer just hunter and prey. The power you seek may be exactly what I can provide."
Lín Yè felt a surge of emotions in her heart, her thoughts in disarray. She couldn't understand why the Blood King in front of her would have such thoughts, and she couldn't understand why he would make such a proposal to her.
Their gazes met once again, and their hearts were filled with complex emotions. At this moment, the light on the altar remained dim, but the world in their hearts became even more intricate and complicated due to this unexpected encounter.
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