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Rayark Steadily stepping into the oldest library in the city, the silent hall is filled only with the sound of pages turning and the weight of history. Light filters through ancient stained glass windows, carrying a rich scent of books that is intoxicating. Each book here is like a silent witness to history, quietly guarding forgotten stories and secrets.
His gaze is sharp and swift, like a hawk soaring through the sky in search of prey, weaving through the bookshelves to find the information he seeks. Finally, his eyes settle on a weathered, slightly tattered ancient book, its cover mottled and corners slightly curled, as if it has weathered countless storms.
"《Bloodline Taboo》," he murmured softly, his tone tinged with a mixture of surprise and excitement, as his fingers lightly traced over the words that had been washed by time but remained clearly visible.
Opening the book, each page seemed to hold a kind of magic, as if allowing one to travel through time and witness the glory and tragedy of those ancient Bloodline. But when his gaze fell upon a certain passage, his whole being seemed to freeze. That passage detailed the origin and history of the Raisin curse, a deeply held secret with the potential to shake the entire Bloodline.
Rayark's heartbeat quickened, like the urgent beating of war drums in his chest. He knew the value of this passage well. If he hadn't stumbled upon it by chance, this piece of history might have remained forever buried, becoming a lost legend.
Quickly scanning his surroundings to ensure no one noticed him, Rayark pondered for a moment and decided that he must inform Raisin about this matter. He knew that this ancient secret not only had a close connection to Raisin's destiny, but also could be the key to the balance of the entire Bloodline. Once this secret fell into the wrong hands, the consequences would be unimaginable. The internal power balance of Bloodline would be shattered, triggering an unprecedented storm.
Rayark hastily tucked the book into his chest, looking around to ensure no one was nearby. His movements were swift and secretive. He needed to inform Raisin of this discovery immediately, but at the same time, he was aware of the seismic impact this news would have on the Bloodline world.
In the library corridor, Rayark's footsteps echoed unusually loud in the silence. His mind was tangled, and this secret felt like a heavy stone pressing on his heart. This secret was both a significant discovery and a heavy burden for him.
Leaving the library, the night was as dark as ink. Rayark's figure cast a long shadow under the city lights, his brow furrowed in deep struggle. He knew that once this secret was revealed, the future of Bloodline would be at a crossroads, a significant discovery capable of changing the entire world order.
He needed to make a decision, one that would impact Bloodline and even the fate of the entire world. Under the city's neon lights, Rayark's figure vanished into the night, his heart filled with a tangled and decisive struggle.
The night was as dark as ink, and Rayark's footsteps echoed rhythmically on the stone path, as if playing the prelude of destiny. His thoughts were turbulent, and the ancient book containing secrets felt like a heavy mystery pressing against his chest, making it hard for him to breathe.
Beneath the night sky of the city, neon lights flickered like a colorful scroll unfolding before Rayark. However, this beautiful sight did not bring him any comfort. His heart felt shrouded in a heavy gloom, as if all the brightness had been obscured. In his hands, he carried not only ancient secrets, but also the past and future of Bloodline, the destiny of Raisin, and even the key to the balance of the entire world.
He strolled in the dim alleys of the city, his steps heavy as if each one was treading on the balance of fate. He looked up at the starry sky, feeling like an abandoned orphan in the world, overwhelmed by a tidal wave of loneliness.
Rayark deeply breathed in the cold night air, tightly gripping the ancient book in his hand. He could feel the weight of the book, much like the weight in his heart. He knew clearly that once the buried secret of Bloodline was revealed, it would stir up internal turmoil, even possibly sparking a fratricidal civil war. And he, Rayark, undoubtedly would become the key figure in all of this, propelling the wheels of destiny forward.
His heart was filled with complex emotions, including fear, hesitation, and a heavy sense of responsibility. He understood that he couldn't escape and had to make a choice, no matter how difficult or painful it might be. He knew that this would be the most important decision of his life, and he had to face it unwaveringly.
At that moment, a faint sound broke the silence of the night. Rayark instantly became alert, gripping the hilt of his sword tightly and scanning his surroundings with a vigilant gaze.
"Who's there?" His deep voice echoed in the alley with an undeniable authority.
After a moment of silence, a figure slowly emerged from the darkness. In the moonlight, the man's face became gradually clear. He was a handsome man, but his eyes held a hint of cunning.
"Darian!" Rayark's eyes suddenly turned cold, he didn't expect to encounter him here, the most ambitious and ruthless opponent in Bloodline.
Darian smiled, with a hint of playfulness in his smile. "Rayark, it seems we are both searching for the same secret, aren't we?"
Rayark's eyes instantly became sharp, he clearly understood Darian's ambition, knowing that if this secret fell into his hands, the consequences would be unimaginable. "You know quite a lot."
Darian slowly approached, under the moonlight, his shadow stretched long. "Rayark, we both understand the value of this secret. You wouldn't want to keep it to yourself." His voice carried an unmistakable threat.
Rayark gripped the hilt of his sword, knowing that the person in front of him was a dangerous opponent, but he would never back down. "This secret has nothing to do with you, Darian."
A sardonic smile tugged at Darian's lips. "You're too naive, Rayark. In this world, some secrets cannot be buried. Since you're unwilling to hand it over willingly, I'll have to take matters into my own hands."
As soon as the words fell, Darian pounced like a cheetah, the blade in his sleeve flashing with a cold glint, like a sharp arrow in the moonlit night, aiming straight for Rayark's heart. In the moonlight, the blade formed a sharp contrast with the black attire of the Bloodline noble, resembling the flash of a reaper's scythe in the night.
Rayark's pupils contracted in an instant, but his expression remained surprisingly calm. He gracefully dodged the fatal strike like a wisp of smoke, while swiftly drawing the ancient runic sword from his waist, its blade shimmering with a mysterious light in the moonlight.
The narrow alley became the stage for a fierce battle between the two. The clash of swords and knives produced the sound of metal striking metal, as if playing a thrilling song of combat. Darian's knife skills were fierce and swift, each strike like a snake darting out of its hole, carrying a deadly chill. His eyes were filled with greed and murderous intent, aiming for Rayark's vital points with each swing.
However, Rayark's defense was as solid as a rock, his eyes emitting a cold gleam. His evasions were precise, and his counterattacks razor-sharp. Amidst the interweaving of blades, his figure seemed to flicker like a ghost, every dodge causing Darian's attacks to miss their mark.
The battle escalated, and the air in the alley seemed to be torn apart by the sharp edges of swords, with sparks flying. The figures of Rayark and Darian intertwined in the moonlight, like a deadly waltz, both cruel and elegant.
Finally, after a swift exchange, Rayark seized an opening in Darian's defense. His body glided ghost-like past Darian and, to Darian's astonished gaze, his sword tip plunged into the opponent's shoulder. Blood instantly stained Darian's clothes, the bloodstain resembling cinnabar etched onto Darian's body, bearing witness to the brutality of this life-and-death duel.
Darian winced in pain, took a few steps back, and showed a look of unwillingness on his face. "Rayark, you may have won this time, but it doesn't mean you can control that secret."
Rayark looked resolute, his sword still pointed at Darian. "This secret is not for you to know. I will protect it."
Darian looked at Rayark with a hint of complex emotions in his eyes, then turned and walked away. His figure gradually disappeared into the night, leaving only the deep sound of footsteps.
Rayark let out a sigh, sheathed his sword, and turned around, his heart in turmoil. This unexpected battle not only deepened Rayark's understanding of Darian's ambition, but also made him realize that the forbidden secret hidden within will become a huge test on his future path.
Turning back to the library, Rayark carefully hid the ancient book in a secluded place. The importance of this book far exceeded his expectations, and it needed to be carefully protected, kept secret from more people.
Sitting by the window, Rayark quietly gazed at the night view outside, the city's neon lights twinkling like stars. He thought of Raisin, the silent and powerful Blood King. Rayark knew he needed to tell Raisin everything, but how to open up had become his struggle.
Taking a deep breath, Rayark picked up the feather pen at hand and decided to write a letter to Raisin. In the letter, he described tonight's encounter, his discovery of the ancient book, and expressed his worries and doubts.
After finishing, he sealed the envelope, found the fastest pigeon, and tied it to the pigeon's foot. Watching the pigeon fly into the distance, Rayark felt a mix of emotions. This letter would trigger a series of changes, but he also believed that Raisin would make the most accurate judgment.
The night has deepened, and the bustle of the city gradually subsides. Rayark returned to his residence, lying in bed, with Darian's cold smile floating before his eyes. He knew deeply that all of this was just the prelude, and the real storm had yet to come. Of course, he also had his own determination. No matter what happens in the future, he will uphold his faith and protect that forbidden secret, until eternity.
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