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In the dark corners of the city, Darian's followers move like shadows, their actions secretive and swift, akin to ghosts in the night. Their mission is to seek out ancient and powerful runes, as well as gather the forbidden materials needed for mysterious rituals. All of this is carried out under Darian's carefully orchestrated shadow, without a whisper of sound leaking out.
Darian stands at the top of the castle, overlooking the entire city, his gaze as sharp as a hawk's. He knows his plan is extremely dangerous, and if discovered by Raisin or Nightcrawler, it will invite a thunderous strike. But it is precisely this danger that ignites a stronger ambition and desire in his heart; he yearns to control everything and rewrite the fate of Bloodline.
The night wind howled, and Darian's black cloak rustled in the wind. His eyes shimmered with the light of an impending plan. He turned and walked back indoors, where a large table was covered with various ancient books and maps, each item intricately linked to his sinister scheme.
Darian sat down and carefully studied the materials on the table, his fingers lightly tracing the ancient runes, each representing powerful and ancient forces. A sly smile occasionally crossed his face, as if he could already see the dawn of victory.
At this moment, a figure quietly appeared at the door of the room, it was an important follower of Darian. He bowed and said in a low voice, "My lord, we have found some of the materials needed for the ritual, but there are still a few key items that we have not collected."
Darian looked up, a hint of displeasure flashed in his eyes, but he quickly regained his composure and said, "Continue the search, spare no effort to gather them all. This ritual is crucial to our plan, there must be no mistakes."
Followers nodded, then quickly left. Darian's gaze fell once again on the scroll on the table, his heart filled with a thirst for power and anticipation for the future. He knew that as long as this ritual succeeded, he would be able to control the Blood King, and thus control the entire Bloodline.
The city's night grew deeper, but for Darian, this was just the beginning of his long-planned scheme. His mind had long been set on much grander goals, and this mysterious ritual was just a stepping stone to achieving them.
In the dark corners of the city, Lín Yè and her companions are hiding in the shadows of an abandoned building, closely monitoring every movement in the narrow alley ahead. The surface prosperity and tranquility of this city cannot conceal the darkness and danger of the late night, especially for someone like Lín Yè who is a knowledgeable "Nightcrawler."
Lín Yè furrows her brows, her gaze as sharp as a knife, scanning every shadow that could potentially hide an enemy. Her companion, a nimble young man, quietly reports to her, " Lín Yè, there's an unusual presence about twenty meters ahead."
Lín Yè She nodded, her hand tightly gripping the long sword at her waist, the silver sword with ancient runes carved on the blade, her weapon against the dark creatures. Her voice was deep and powerful, with an unmistakable coldness: "Remember, don't be careless. These creatures are much more cunning than you can imagine."
As soon as she finished speaking, a shadow suddenly darted out from the corner of the opposite wall, so fast that it was almost impossible to react. Almost instinctively, she quickly drew her sword, a silver light flashed in the darkness, and the sudden attacking shadow was repelled by her sword.
"Do not be distracted!" Lín Yè reprimanded, her eyes showing no fear or panic, only icy determination and the heat of battle. Her agile figure moved like a leopard in the night, every sword strike precise and deadly.
The battle quickly ended, and Lín Yè and her companions swiftly cleared out all the enemies with their excellent combat skills and teamwork. Standing in a pool of blood, the edge of her longsword dripping with the blood of their foes, Lín Yè showed no mercy or hesitation, only unwavering determination and composure towards the mission.
This battle once again proves that Lín Yè is truly the top hunter in "Nightcrawler." Her fierceness and coldness transform into unparalleled combat power in battle. Under her leadership, her companions gain a deeper understanding of the secrets hidden in this city.
Beneath the night sky of the city, a battle concerning the fate of Bloodline is quietly brewing. In this battle, everyone will have to make choices that will impact the future of the entire world.
Lín Yè sheathed her long sword and calmly surveyed her surroundings. The remnants of battle still lingered in the air, but her mind was unusually tranquil. She turned to look at her companion Rayark, who always faced everything with a relaxed and humorous attitude, but now appeared particularly serious.
Rayark brushed off the dust from his clothes. Although the tense emotions had not completely dissipated, he tried to lighten the mood and flashed his trademark smile. " Lín Yè, you saved my life again today. I need to find a chance to treat you to a meal as a thank-you."
Lín Yè He glanced at her, a barely noticeable smile flashing across his face. "You always say you'll treat me to a meal, but what's the result?"
Rayark He touched his nose, feeling a bit embarrassed. "This time is different, I promise!"
In the midst of this lighthearted conversation, deep within Lín Yè, there is a complex turmoil. As a member of the "Nightcrawler" group, she is constantly battling dark forces, a responsibility that prevents her from truly relaxing. However, the presence of Rayark always manages to alleviate some of the pressure in her heart, allowing her to feel a hint of warmth and light.
"We still have a mission to complete, we can't stay here for too long." Lín Yè put away her smile and returned to the serious atmosphere of the mission.
Rayark immediately suppressed his smile, nodded, and the two quickly left the battlefield, continuing their patrol mission.
In a dark and narrow alley, Lín Yè and Rayark were suddenly intercepted by a group of uncontrollable low-level Bloodline. The eyes of these Bloodline were filled with rage and hunger, as if they were driven by some unknown force, becoming unusually dangerous.
Lín Yè reacted extremely quickly, almost responding at the moment she sensed danger. Her eyes were cold, with no trace of fear on her face, only icy determination. She tightly gripped the long sword in her hand, its silver blade shimmering with a cold light in the dim lamplight.
Rayark stood behind her, wielding dual blades, his eyes vigilantly scanning their surroundings. He whispered to Lín Yè, "These guys look tough, Lín Yè."
Lín Yè's mouth curled into a cold smile, her voice deep and confident: "Don't worry, Rayark, these are just a group of mindless beasts."
As she spoke, the Bloodline roared and rushed towards them like wild beasts. Lín Yè didn't hesitate and charged at the enemy. Her movements were extremely agile, with a long sword in hand, like a dancing silver snake, each sword strike accurately piercing the enemy's vital points.
The battle was extremely intense, and the alley quickly filled with the smell of blood. Lín Yè moved through the enemy ranks, with each step treading on the fear of the enemy, and each sword swing taking a life. There was no mercy on her face, only coldness and determination.
Rayark refused to be outdone, his dual blades moving like lightning, swiftly cutting through the enemy's defenses, forming a perfect fighting duo with Lín Yè. But no matter how hard he tried, he could not overshadow the brilliance of Lín Yè on the battlefield.
Before long, all the enemies were cleared out. Lín Yè stood in the pool of blood, the blade of her long sword stained with blood. She lightly wiped the blood off the sword, as if erasing the traces of the battle.
After the battle, Lín Yè stood in the pool of blood, the long sword still in her hand. There was no fear or worry in her eyes, only determination and calmness. Rayark stood by, watching Lín Yè's figure, feeling a sense of respect in his heart. In his eyes, Lín Yè was not only a brave warrior, but also a strong and independent woman. Behind her cold and irritable personality, she concealed an indomitable heart.
" Lín Yè, you are always so powerful," Rayark walked up to her and said sincerely.
Lín Yè sheathed her long sword, turned around, and showed a faint smile on her face, "We all have the responsibility to protect this city, don't we?"
Rayark nodded, they smiled at each other, and then set off on the journey back together. As the night grew deeper, for Lín Yè and Rayark, as long as there was light in their hearts, the darkness was nothing to fear.
Beneath the night sky of the city, the figures of Lín Yè and Rayark gradually disappeared into the distance, their silhouettes lengthening in the moonlight, like guardians in this city, silently watching over the land and everyone living here. In this darkness, their presence was the brightest light.
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