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The moonlight is faint, and the clouds weave a brocade. Under the cover of night, Lín Yè is like a shadow, standing in the darkness of Raisin Castle, like a wisp of orchid in the night. Her eyes are like the brightest stars in the winter night, shining with a firm and profound light. However, within the shimmering starlight, there is a hint of indescribable sorrow.
This majestic castle was once the witness of her and Raisin's acquaintance and companionship, every brick and tile filled with memories of each other. But tonight, all of this will become a thing of the past, like a shooting star in the night sky, fleeting in an instant.
Lín Yè's gaze lingered on the silhouette of the castle, the familiar shadow seemed to be calling her, summoning her to face the past she was unwilling to confront. Her fingers lightly touched the silver belt around her waist, it was her comrade-in-arms, and also her solace. Those cold, hard demon-hunting tools, each one bore witness to her blood and sweat, her determination and courage.
On the balcony of the castle's top floor, Raisin stood alone in the moonlight, his silver-white long hair dancing in the wind, like a poignant phantom under the moon. His eyes were deep, like ancient glaciers, lonely and profound, silently watching Lín Yè gradually receding into the distance. Every step she took sent deep ripples into his heart, stirring up emotions he had not experienced in a thousand years.
The Bloodline scepter tightly held in his hand, its ruby tip shining a faint red light against the night sky, resembling a sorrowful heart trembling in the cold wind, reflecting his inner turmoil and unease.
The wind seemed to sense Raisin's sorrow, growing increasingly violent and sweeping in, causing his cloak to flutter like his chaotic emotions. Even as the Blood King, Raisin felt a hint of powerlessness at this moment. His gaze was firm and affectionate, until the figure of Lín Yè completely merged into the night and disappeared from sight.
A previously unprecedented sense of sadness and unease suddenly surged in his heart, an emotion that the Blood King had never experienced before. Was it worry, reluctance, or fear of never being able to meet again? At this moment, even Raisin couldn't provide a clear answer.
Meanwhile, under the shadow of the castle, Lín Yè halted her steps, as if sensing Raisin's gaze. She turned around and gazed from afar at that lonely figure, a connection that transcended time and space, a touching of souls. There was a moment of hesitation in her heart, should she go back? Should she give up her beliefs, just for this inexplicable affection?
However, this hesitation was quickly replaced by determination. She had an unshakable responsibility and a mission as Nightcrawler. She turned around and continued to walk forward firmly. The night was like an abyss, swallowing her figure. It was a lonely road, but also a path to the light. She didn't know what awaited her ahead, but she believed that only by facing it could she find her own answers.
The city in the late night was like a sleeping lion, with scattered lights reflecting on the lonely streets. The shadows under the street lights stretched long, like sorrowful ghosts wandering in the night, searching for a home. Lín Yè moved through these dark and desolate streets, her steps light and silent, like a messenger of the night, skillfully shuttling between the interweaving lights and shadows of the city.
Her mood was complex and difficult to describe as she left the castle of Raisin, signifying that she would face more unknown dangers alone. But deep inside her heart, in the Lín Yè, there was an indescribable sense of ease and determination, because this time, she was fighting for her own beliefs, no longer a pawn of anyone. She was going to fight for her own destiny with a sword in hand.
In a dim and narrow alley, a subtle yet unusual presence caught Lín Yè's attention. Her senses were extremely sharp, and she didn't miss a single movement. She stopped in her tracks, holding her silver longsword tightly, its tip faintly gleaming with a cold light, ready to face the impending storm.
In the darkness, a pair of blood-red eyes quietly flash, like the most dangerous predators in the night, exuding a rich and dangerous aura. These are the unique eyes of a vampire, shimmering with desire and fervor for prey. Lín Yè's gaze is cold, her figure almost invisible in the night, but her presence makes the darkness even deeper.
"Nightcrawler, do you think you can escape our pursuit?" In the dark night, a low and cold voice echoes through the dim alleyways like a pronouncement of death. Then, several figures leap out from the shadows like ghosts, surrounding Lín Yè in an instant. Their faces carry a cruel smile, and their eyes reveal a thirst for blood. These are not ordinary vampires, but elite warriors honed through years of battle.
Lín Yè showed no fear on her face, her eyes were cold and fierce, like a statue made of ice. She suddenly drew her long sword, the tip flashing with the chilling light of death: "I am not hiding, I am seeking - seeking a way to end all of this."
The vampires sneered and swiftly lunged towards her, their movements as fast as lightning, accompanied by a tearing sound through the air. But Lín Yè's reaction was even faster, more deadly. Her figure danced in the darkness, like streaks of light, and with each flash of her sword, there was a vampire's agonizing scream.
The silver longsword danced in her hand, weaving a deadly melody. Each swing was a portrayal of art, each strike a reaping of souls. Blood blossomed in the darkness, like the most vibrant flower in the night, yet quickly withered.
The battle ended quickly, and Lín Yè stood in a pool of blood, her longsword dripping with dark red blood, shimmering eerily in the moonlight. Lín Yè's gaze was extremely indifferent, her heart long numb to it all. She knew this was just a scene in the endless battle, and her journey was far from over.
She cleaned the bloodstains on her body. The city at night seemed like an endless maze, but Lín Yè had a bright guide in her heart, a belief that never changed.
Lín Yè continued her journey, her steps firm, her eyes shining with determination. She couldn't stay for too long, the life of a Nightcrawler was about constant pursuit and battle. But in her heart, the figure of Raisin never faded, like the brightest star in the night sky, guiding her way.
Music drifted from the depths of the bar, carrying a hint of intoxicating melody, light and melodious, like a touch of tenderness in the night breeze. Lín Yè She gave a faint smile, an expression that had rarely appeared on her face, tinged with self-mockery. She knew she was avoiding, but at this moment, she longed for this brief tranquility and peace.
She gently pushed open the door of the bar, chose a seat in a corner, secluded yet able to observe the hustle and bustle of the entire bar. She ordered a simple beer, Lín Yè sitting quietly, as if the music's melody had transported her to another world, away from all worries and battles, leaving only the melodious notes gently rippling in her mind.
At some point, a familiar and radiant figure appeared in her line of sight. Rayark, his smile still bright, as if carrying the warmth of the sun, illuminating the entire bar. He walked over and sat lightly across from Lín Yè, his eyes twinkling with a playful glint: "I knew you would come here."
Lín Yè looked at him, smiled slightly, with a hint of complexity in her eyes: "How did you find me?"
Rayark blinked and revealed a smug expression: "Nightcrawler's intuition." After saying that, he began to chat and joke, the topics light and humorous, as if trying to dispel the gloom in Lín Yè's heart, allowing her mood to be as light and melodious as the music.
Their conversation was lively, sometimes teasing, sometimes mocking, as if portraying those dangerous adventures as brilliant dramas. Lín Yè smiled more and more. She found that in this brief moment, she could temporarily set aside the burden in her heart, forgetting the pressure and loneliness of being a Nightcrawler. Sometimes, a simple smile, a lighthearted conversation, can truly make people temporarily forget their pain and feel a long-lost warmth.
As the night deepens, the lights in the bar also become dim and gentle, as if casting a mysterious veil over the night. Lín Yè stood up, and his once sparkling eyes now appeared particularly gentle at this moment: "I should go, there are many things waiting for me to do."
Rayark also stood up, his eyes serious and determined, patting Lín Yè on the shoulder, his tone filled with encouragement and strength: "Remember, no matter what difficulties you encounter, we are your backing. You will never be alone."
Lín Yè She smiled at him, with a hint of gratitude and warmth in her smile: "Thank you, Rayark." She didn't say anything else, turned and walked out of the bar. The night was as dark as ink, enveloping her figure. The city lights shimmered behind her, like stars twinkling in the distant sky, guiding her path forward.
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