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Raisin's footsteps sounded particularly clear in the quiet study, as if each step were echoing the heartbeat of the ancient castle. The faint candlelight reflected off his stern face, his eyes carrying the weight of years gone by. He walked through the scholarly study, his gaze scanning each book deeply, as if searching for a certain answer.
As his fingers slid across the rows of ancient book spines, each touch seemed like a greeting to his past self. He was searching for something, or rather, someone. That silver-bound book seemed to be silently calling out to him. Raisin took a deep breath and gently opened its pages.
As the page turned, a faint light flowed from the book, as if hiding forgotten stories within. Raisin was surprised, but quickly immersed in the light, transported to another time and space.
"Xinxin, look, the flowers here are so beautiful!" The familiar voice sounded, from the woman who had once shared the years with him. Her smile was like the spring sunshine, warming the heart. They walked on the path in the dense forest, she sometimes held his hand, pointing at the scenery ahead, and sometimes frolicked and ran around.
Raisin felt a familiar warmth, it was the beautiful time they spent together, the love forgotten by time. He took a deep breath, as if wanting to lock that memory deep in his heart.
"Do you still remember me, Raisin?" the woman asked gently.
Raisin A hint of pain flashed in his eyes as he looked affectionately at the woman and gently said, "How could I forget? I will never forget the time we spent together."
The woman smiled, a hint of tears in her eyes, "Me too. No matter how time passes, I will always remember you."
Raisin's fingers trembled, and with each page turned, the flood of memories rolled even more intensely. The past buried by time now felt like a sharp dagger, stabbing at his heart over and over again. He gazed at the graceful figure of the woman in the book, her eyes once filled with love, now filled with despair and reluctance. Her figure gradually became blurred, eventually dissipating in the wind, leaving only Raisin's lonely silhouette and endless sorrow.
"Why? Why treat her like this?" Raisin's voice was low and hoarse, as if echoing in the darkness, filled with endless pain and regret. A hint of determination flashed in his eyes, accompanied by deep sadness. In this moment, he was not only reminiscing about the past, but also seeking the lost truth.
"I must find out the truth, no matter the cost, I must break that curse." Raisin's words were filled with determination, his hands tightly gripping the book as if it were the key to the past, the beginning of unraveling all the mysteries.
The soft light of the antique bronze wall lamp in the study illuminated Raisin's sculpted features, his face, usually cold and distant, now shattered by a deep sense of sorrow. As his fingertips touched the pages of the book, his heart seemed to be drawn by some kind of force, back to a distant time.
"The me from the past, what regrets do I have that make it so hard for me to let go..." Raisin murmured, every word seemed to come from the depths of his heart, filled with anguish and struggle.
As he placed that ancient book back on the shelf, it was as if he had made a certain determination in that instant, a determination that transcended life and death, only for the truth. His eyes were filled with a fiery determination, this was the responsibility of the Blood King, and also his promise to the departed woman.
Suddenly, a painting caught his eye. The forest in the picture seemed as if it could walk out of the frame at any moment, and the ancient altar emitted an eerie atmosphere. A hint of doubt flashed in Raisin's eyes, as if he had seen a clue within.
"Is that forest... the answer I've been looking for?" Raisin muttered to himself, as if he already had an answer in his heart.
No longer hesitating, his figure gradually became elusive, and finally disappeared completely in the study. Only the ancient book and the candle were left, quietly guarding the secret of Bloodline in this ancient castle.
Outside the castle, the night was hazy, with stars twinkling. Raisin's figure moved swiftly through the night, like a silver lightning bolt piercing the sky. His destination was the mysterious forest in his memory.
As he stepped onto the edge of the forest, a cold wind blew through, rustling the leaves as if whispering ancient myths. Raisin walked slowly through the forest, each step leaving a deep imprint on the fallen leaves. Before long, he arrived at the front of the altar, where ancient runes were carved, each emitting a faint glow.
Standing in front of the altar, Raisin's eyes flashed with a hint of confusion. He vividly remembered this place as the site of his pact with the woman. He took a deep breath, reached out to touch the runes, attempting to awaken the memories that had been sealed.
Runes on the altar emit a faint blue light, like creatures in the deep sea, shimmering with a mysterious glow. Raisin stands at the center of the runes, his snow-white long hair flowing in the gentle light, a hint of astonishment flashing in his eyes.
"What kind of magic is this?" Raisin murmurs to himself, feeling a strange power flowing through his body, carrying him through the river of time.
Those fragmented memories flashed before his eyes like fleeting glimpses of light. He saw the image of the woman when she first appeared before him, her lustrous black hair and eyes that sparkled like stars. They strolled along ancient forest paths, sharing secrets and laughter, a time of beauty like a painting or poem.
However, happy times are always fleeting. He saw the disaster sweep in like a storm in the darkness, mercilessly engulfing their lives. The woman bravely protected him in the disaster, while he could only watch helplessly as she gradually disappeared into the light.
"No!" Raisin cried out in agony, reaching out his hand to try to grasp the fading figure, but his fingers only passed through the illusion.
The light on the altar gradually dissipated, and those memories receded like the tide, leaving Raisin with only deep pain and endless longing. He clenched his fists tightly, tears shimmering in his eyes.
As memories deepened, Raisin saw the secret behind the altar. It turned out that, in order to protect the Bloodline, the woman had used her own life to create a seal for Raisin, preventing a powerful evil force. However, the cost of this seal was her own life. She used her own blood and soul to create this barrier for Raisin, protecting him from the curse.
This memory struck Raisin like lightning, tearing through his heart. He finally understood why the woman had disappeared after the disaster - she had sacrificed herself for him. Raisin felt a strong sense of self-blame and regret surging in his heart. He knew that everything the woman had done was for him.
He took a deep breath, focused all his strength, and began to lift the seal. As Raisin's magic flowed, the runes on the altar began to light up one by one, emitting a brilliant light. Before long, a beam of light surrounded Raisin, and he felt a powerful energy rushing into his body.
It was the source of the curse, as well as the power left to him by the woman. Only by integrating this power could the curse be truly broken. He closed his eyes and began to absorb that power, feeling as if there were a thousand horses galloping within him, with powerful magical waves filling his meridians.
Time seemed to stand still, and when Raisin opened his eyes again, he felt a new surge of power within him. The curse's shackles had been broken, and he was finally free. Raisin took a deep breath, feeling the newfound strength, no longer bound by the curse.
Standing up, he walked to the altar and gazed affectionately at the image of the woman. Her once loving eyes were now filled with deep longing. Raisin took a deep breath and softly said, "Thank you, you sacrificed so much for me. I will cherish this newfound strength and continue to protect our home and our people."
His journey is still long, but he is no longer alone, because behind him, there is the eternal blessing and protection of that woman.
He turned and left, and behind him, the light on the altar gradually disappeared, leaving only the ancient altar and the eternal memories.
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