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Who Made Me Awaken?!
墨書 Inktalez
The night is as dark as ink, with sparse stars, and a cold, distant moon overlooking the earth from high above. On this enchanting night, ancient sorcery and modern technology weave a mysterious tapestry. Far from the bustling city, a forgotten ancient site stands quietly in the wilderness, like a sleeping pearl in the sands of time.
Wrapped in a tight black leather jacket, Lín Yè stands at the entrance of the site like a nocturnal leopard. Her long black hair sways in the wind, shimmering like starlight. Her face, pale and mysterious in the moonlight, is only illuminated by her eyes, which twinkle like the stars of the night, as if hiding endless stories.
"Every stone here seems to be whispering ancient secrets." Lín Yè She silently recited in her heart, her gaze wandering through the ruins as if searching for something. The unidentifiable ancient writings on the surrounding stone pillars might be messages left by ancient sages, or perhaps part of some ancient sorcery.
When her eyes fell upon the central altar, the mysterious symbols shimmered with an eerie light under the moonlight. A sense of unease rose in her heart, and Lín Yè furrowed her brow, inwardly vigilant. She knew that every symbol here could be a key to unlocking ancient power, and every step must be taken with utmost caution.
Lín Yè Walking gently towards the altar. Her heart beats faster, it's a kind of summoning, a desire for ancient power. In the moonlight, her shadow stretches long, as if telling her she's not alone in the battle.
"Oh ancient power, if you truly exist, grant me strength to continue protecting this world." Lín Yè she whispers, her voice trembling slightly, but more so with determination.
The unease in her heart gradually turned into a longing, a longing to unravel the secrets here. As her fingers lightly touched the symbols, suddenly, a small bottle caught her attention. The dust on the bottle shone brightly in the moonlight, as if hinting at something.
"What is this?" she whispered, reaching out to pick up the bottle, but accidentally knocked it over. Red liquid flowed out of the bottle, dripping onto the magic circle on the altar. At that moment of the drip, the entire ruins were enveloped in a mysterious power, and the magic circle emitted a dazzling light.
Lín Yè Stepping back a few paces, she tightly gripped the long sword at her silver belt. Her heart raced - was it fear? No, it was excitement. There was no panic in her eyes, only a shimmering desire for the unknown.
"Well, it looks like tonight will be very interesting," she said with a faint smile.
Lín Yè's smile appeared particularly mysterious in the moonlight, and tonight's night was destined to be extraordinary. As the light from the magic circle on the altar became increasingly dazzling, Lín Yè felt a powerful force awakening in the ruins.
"Is this... the power of summoning?" she murmured softly, her eyes shimmering like stars, revealing both desire and awe for this power. As a top hunter, Lín Yè always had a sharper perception of power than ordinary people. At this moment, she could clearly sense the ancient and profound nature of that power, as if it were directly connected to the source of time and space.
The atmosphere in the ruins became increasingly tense, and the wind seemed to freeze at that moment, as if the whole world was waiting for something. Lín Yè Standing in front of the altar, her figure appeared both lonely and determined in the light.
At that moment, a different force began to spread in the ruins. It was a cold and dark force, like a silent shadow swiftly moving through every corner of the ruins.
Lín Yè frowned, sensing the danger of this power. "The visitor is not kind," she thought to herself. While many people might choose to step back when facing an unknown force, Lín Yè was different. Her character dictated that she always faced challenges head-on, even in the face of threats of darkness and death.
Her hand tightened around the hilt of the longsword, a silver blade inscribed with ancient runes, as if it too could sense its master's determination, emitting a faint silver glow.
"Whoever you are, since you're here, don't expect to leave unscathed," said Lín Yè in a cold voice, her words echoing through the ruins as if challenging the forces of darkness.
Suddenly, a strong gust of wind blew through, causing Lín Yè's long hair to dance like a specter in the night. Her figure instantly disappeared from where she stood. When she reappeared, she was already standing at the other end of the ruins, her movements as fast as lightning, agile and daring.
"Come, let me see your true face!" Lín Yè's eyes sparkled with fearless light.
In the moonlight, Lín Yè's figure seemed to merge with the darkness, her gaze steady and unafraid as she looked around. Suddenly, a cold gust of air struck from behind her, and she swiftly turned, her longsword thrusting like lightning. In the moonlight, the runic symbols on the sword emitted a faint glow, and a dark figure vanished in a flash beneath the blade.
"Shadow Walker, are you the guardian of this relic?" A flash of understanding crossed Lín Yè's mind, she knew she had disturbed the tranquility of this relic.
The shadow moved like a ghost in the night, darting between the ruins at a speed that left onlookers speechless. Lín Yè's pupils constricted; she knew tonight's prey was no ordinary quarry. In this game of pursuit and evasion, she could only rely on instinct and a keen awareness of the dark forces at play to capture that ghostly figure.
"You are a tricky opponent," she said with a smile at the corner of her mouth, her eyes burning with determination. The adrenaline of blood and sparks intertwined brought back the excitement she felt when she first entered the world of Nightcrawler.
At that moment, a dark figure suddenly flashed like a ghost from behind a stone pillar, darting towards the Lín Yè like lightning. Lín Yè's reaction was as swift as instinct, her long sword dancing in the night wind, creating a dazzling silver arc, meeting the dark figure's attack with astonishing speed and precision.
The collision of the silver sword and the black shadow, like thunder in the night sky, sparks and echoes erupt in the silent ruins with each clash. The dance of the sword tip and the shadow weaves a magnificent symphony on the edge of life and death.
As the battle continues, Lín Yè begins to capture the rhythm and trajectory of the black shadow. Her every step, every sword swing, becomes more fluid and precise, as if her figure is merging with the night, moonlight, and dancing a dance of death. After an intense close combat, Lín Yè seizes the perfect opportunity and angle to counterattack with the force of thunder, her sword tip piercing the core of the black shadow with unerring precision, like a cheetah's fangs.
The dark shadow let out a piercing and extremely mournful howl, a sound filled with despair and unwillingness. Then, its form dispersed like smoke blown away by the wind, gradually dissipating into the depths of the night sky. The surrounding air instantly quieted down, and the previously raging power also subsided, as if all the heart-stopping battles had never taken place, leaving only the lonely figure of Lín Yè and her longsword shimmering with a faint silver light in this ancient ruin, quietly recounting the legend of Nightcrawler.
Lín Yè stood before the altar, breathing slightly. Her gaze fell on the fallen bottle, the remaining red liquid inside shimmering in the moonlight, as if calling out for something. This bottle of liquid is closely related to the secrets of the ruins, perhaps serving as the key to the mysterious legend.
In the cold wind, Lín Yè gazed at the fallen bottle, feeling a complex emotion welling up inside. The red liquid shimmered in the moonlight, like the brightest stars in the night sky, calling out to her curiosity.
"This liquid, perhaps it was prepared by the guardian of this relic for some kind of ritual, or it could be some forbidden power," Lín Yè muttered to herself, a hint of contemplation passing through her eyes. She was always passionate about the unknown, eager to explore all the mysteries of this world.
In her mind, she recalled the purpose of her visit to the ruins. She had originally come to search for clues to ancient witchcraft, but unexpectedly discovered this powerful site. In this world that combines ancient witchcraft with modern technology, power is the key to everything. And as a top Nightcrawler, Lín Yè desires power far beyond that of ordinary people.
She crouched down and carefully poured the remaining red liquid from the bottle into a small vial, intending to take it back for further study. This liquid holds some kind of key, perhaps providing her with a new weapon to combat Bloodline.
Lín Yè She stood up, brushed off the dust from her body, and the moonlight shone on her face, outlining her features more clearly. Tonight's battle made her feel once again the mission and responsibility of being a Nightcrawler.
In the distance, the city lights twinkled in the night sky, like countless eyes watching her. This world is full of danger, but she never fears.
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