The darkness retreated like a receding tide, slowly fading from all directions. The lingering glimmers of light in the air resembled stars that survived a cataclysm, faint yet steadfast, illuminating the battlefield that had just endured a life-or-death struggle. The air remained heavy and thick, as if frozen by an invisible force—every breath felt like swallowing a chunk of lead, suffocating and weighty.
Chu Yao gripped her sword tightly. The faint glow on the blade mirrored her unyielding will, flickering stubbornly in the darkness. Meanwhile, the confusion and timidity once visible in Li Tuosen’s (Ah Tuo’s) eyes had vanished. Now, they were as sharp and resolute as steel forged in fire—no longer showing the slightest trace of hesitation or retreat. A great power, like a slumbering dragon, was awakening within him, surging like a wild river. In his heart burned a determination as fierce and eternal as an unquenchable flame.
“He... isn’t dead yet,” Ah Tuo said in a low, hunter-like voice, experienced and alert. His blade-like eyes swept the darkness, scanning every shadow that might conceal danger, missing nothing.
In that suffocating silence, the air around them suddenly shifted, as though stirred by an invisible hand. Countless black feathers—hellish and vile—rose again, summoned by some dark power, rapidly forming into a massive, twisted figure. The Black Feather King, like a demon clawing its way from the abyss, had returned in an even more grotesque form.
But this time, his appearance was warped and horrific. The smooth, ink-like feathers had been replaced by tattered wings drenched in blood. A nauseating stench of blood oozed from those ruined wings. In his eyes burned a strange, distorted light, as if reflected through a broken mirror—brimming with hatred as deep as an endless chasm, enough to chill one’s soul.
“You pitiful insects really thought this was over?” the Black Feather King sneered, his voice as grating as sandpaper. A devil’s laugh escaped his throat—cold, cruel, and hopeless.
Chu Yao stood like a fearless warrior, pointing her sword at the monstrous foe. Her bright eyes held no fear, only ice-like resolve.
“We’ve made our choice. We won’t let you control our fate any longer!” she declared, a valiant protector of dignity and hope.
Ah Tuo felt molten lava surge in his chest—his power now stronger than ever before, like a dragon finally awakening. The world itself seemed to revolve around him. His strength was no longer just forged from past pain—it came from his unshakable will in this very moment.
“Our power has never been stronger! We’re not the weaklings we once were!” Ah Tuo declared, his fist clenched as energy raged within him like a volcano ready to erupt.
Then, just before the storm struck, the Black Feather King burst into maddened laughter. His laughter—like ghostly wails—rattled the unstable space around them, vibrating painfully in their ears.
“You insignificant insects... your pitiful strength is nothing before me! You’ll never defeat me! You’re destined to be my playthings!” he roared, raising his shattered wings like a grim reaper wielding a scythe.
Suddenly, all the black feathers shot forward like arrows—coated in deadly venom (смертельный яд)—hurtling toward Ah Tuo and Chu Yao like a deadly hailstorm.
Chu Yao, ever the seasoned swordmaster, leapt into the air. Her blade, like a meteor streaking through the night, slashed through the oncoming feathers with cold, dazzling light. Yet deep down, she knew—her speed and power weren’t enough to stop them all.
Ah Tuo felt a blaring alarm in his chest, danger flooding over him like icy water. Without hesitation, he stepped forward, shielding Chu Yao with his body. Drawing in a freezing breath, he unleashed his full power like a volcanic eruption. Between his hands, a radiant light-shield formed—solid as a fortress—blocking the venomous feathers with a sound like pounding rain on banana leaves.
But it wasn’t over. The Black Feather King’s true, venomous plan was only beginning to reveal its monstrous form.
“You think this pitiful resistance will stop me? How foolish!” his voice echoed like a curse, as space itself began to twist and groan ominously. Black feathers—like living chains—surged forward and began to weave a dark, impenetrable cage around Ah Tuo and Chu Yao, trapping them in a prison of shadows.
Ah Tuo’s heartbeat thundered like war drums. Fear gripped him like cold tendrils reaching into his chest. He knew—if they didn’t work together to break free, they would never defeat the nightmare that was the Black Feather King. The future they dreamed of would vanish like a mirage.
“I... can’t give up... not now...” he whispered like a traveler in darkness, his eyes flaring with renewed fire. “No matter the cost, I will tear through this darkness and expose the truth to the light!”
At that moment of crisis, Chu Yao appeared beside him like a ghost. She reached out and seized his cold, trembling hand. Their gazes met—two stars crossing in the darkness—and in that instant, a bridge of shared strength formed between them. Warmth and resolve surged through them like electricity.
“Ah Tuo! Trust me! Together, we’ll break free! We won’t let fate defeat us!” she cried, like a warrior beating the war drum of hope.
Ah Tuo’s eyes blazed anew. He felt their powers merge like two mighty rivers. All fear and doubt evaporated in the heat of their unity. Their heartbeats synchronized, becoming one unstoppable force.
Their combined power burst forth like a dawn piercing eternal night, breaking the Black Feather King’s snare. The space shattered with an explosion of light, like a tsunami ripping through a world of shadows.
The Black Feather King’s form convulsed violently. Fear flooded his hollow, abyssal eyes. The smirk on his face vanished—replaced by beastly rage and disbelief.
“No! This can’t be! You worms can’t have this power...!” he screamed, thrashing in desperation—but it was too late.
With a divine strike, Ah Tuo and Chu Yao obliterated him. His form shattered like a sandcastle in a storm, disintegrating into burning ashes that vanished into the air.
But even as his body disappeared, his final, dreadful whisper echoed through the air, like a lingering curse.
“This... is only... the beginning...”
As the Black Feather King faded, the choking darkness receded like a tide. Gentle light, like long-lost sunshine, returned to the void. Yet this wasn’t the end—merely the calm after the storm.
The real test—greater, deeper, more terrifying—was only now beginning to bare its fangs...
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