The black feather vortex spun slowly like a bottomless black hole, swallowing the remaining light around it. The faint glow lingering in the space seemed to be their only reliance and resistance against the endless darkness. Li Tuosen and Chu Yao gripped each other's cold hands tightly, their gazes like two unwavering beams of light, fixed on the mysterious woman in front of them, whose cold demeanor resembled that of an iceberg. Her eyes were like a deep, frigid pool, calm but harboring an extraordinary power, as if she could easily see every trace of fear and insecurity buried deep within them, capturing their fragile struggles.
"Who are you really? Why are you obstructing us?" Li Tuosen gritted his teeth, struggling to calm the turbulent emotions within him. He knew clearly that this was no ordinary battle; it was a severe contest concerning their fate, and one wrong move could send them into an abyss from which there would be no return.
A faint smile, cold yet chilling, appeared on the woman's exquisitely sculpted face, like an ice sculpture. Her tone was as cold and sharp as the frost of a harsh winter.
"Do you truly believe that everything you've experienced is merely the result of chance? How naive and laughable." Her words were like the sharp edge of a blade, each syllable carrying a chilling threat, piercing deep into their souls. "What you're truly facing is far beyond the devious schemes of the Black Feather King. It's something much higher—it's the precise design and arrangement of fate itself."
Chu Yao furrowed her delicate brows in deep thought. Her expression, like two crescent moons, she listened intently to the woman's words, which seemed to come from another realm. In her heart, a heavy stone had been cast, stirring deeper doubts and unease.
"Fate's design?" Chu Yao asked softly, like a traveler groping in the dark, her voice filled with profound doubt and confusion. "What do you mean? Are you saying that everything we’ve experienced has already been predestined?"
The woman's eyes, like stars in the night sky, flickered with an elusive light. She did not directly answer Chu Yao’s question but spoke coldly, like a deity from on high.
"Your past, the one you can’t bear to look back on, has already been decided by the invisible hand of fate, like an inscription carved on a stone tablet—unalterable. Even your seemingly boundless future is tightly bound by the threads of fate, like marionettes with no freedom whatsoever." Her voice was like the icy wind from the depths of hell, exuding a chilling, relentless finality.
As her words fell, Li Tuosen and Chu Yao felt as though they were struck by a massive block of ice. An indescribable sense of deep unease spread through them like an invisible serpent, devouring the last flicker of hope within them. They were like two travelers trapped in a mist, unable to comprehend why fate would so cruelly govern their lives. Had their past truly been sealed, as she claimed, with no way to change it?
"Fate…" Li Tuosen murmured like a sleepwalker, repeating the heavy and despairing word. "What are you trying to tell us? Were we doomed to walk towards destruction from the very beginning?"
A strange smile reappeared on the woman’s face, as if carved from ice. She lightly held a feather made of obsidian, cold as death, which seemed like a demon brought to life. The feather danced gracefully in her slender fingers, like a harbinger of destruction ready to strike.
"Your irredeemable past is deeply etched into the core of your soul, something you can never escape. Even your humble lives exist only for this moment to arrive, like carefully designed chess pieces awaiting their inevitable conclusion." Her tone was still cold and indifferent, like a supreme judge announcing an irreversible, brutal truth.
Her words were like a heavy hammer, shattering the last flicker of hope in Li Tuosen and Chu Yao’s hearts. Their past, filled with suffering and struggle, had long been controlled by some mysterious and powerful force, as if imprisoned in an invisible cage. Even their very existence, it seemed, was not a mere accident, but part of an elaborate, preordained conspiracy.
"What do you want to do? Are you also an accomplice sent by the Black Feather King?" Chu Yao’s bright eyes burned with an unyielding flame, a wildflower blooming defiantly in the dark. No matter what hopeless situation she faced, her inherent resilience and rebellious spirit always burned like an unextinguishable fire.
The woman’s eyes, like a cold pond, flickered with an unreadable light. She paused for a moment, as if preparing for some ancient ritual, and slowly raised her slender arm. With this seemingly small movement, the black feathers that had been drifting like ghosts around her began to gather violently, drawn by some mysterious power. Above her head, they formed a massive, swirling vortex of black, an image like the arrival of the apocalypse, as if the entire world was a fragile doll in her hands.
"This is a war that has already been decided. You are like beasts trapped in a cage, unable to escape the web of fate already woven." Her voice was a low whisper from the depths of hell, colder and more hoarse, filled with boundless cruelty and indifference, as if declaring that their end was near.
Within that suffocating vortex of darkness, a malevolent energy spread like a flood, greedily consuming the last weak rays of light, casting them into an abyss of despair. Li Tuosen and Chu Yao felt as though they were crushed by an invisible mountain, the oppressive force tightening around them, the very gravity of the space increasing exponentially, making it hard to breathe, as though their throats were being squeezed shut.
However, just as this apocalyptic darkness descended upon them, a spark of determination ignited in Li Tuosen’s eyes, which had once been filled with uncertainty and confusion. He breathed deeply, gathering all the strength he had left like a slow trickle of water. His resolute gaze became like a sharp sword, locking onto the dark embodiment of the woman before him.
"Whoever you are, whatever fate you represent, we will never submit to you! Our fate is ours to control!" His voice roared like a tiger descending the mountain, filled with unwavering resolve and unyielding will. It was as if he were declaring, not only to himself but to the world filled with darkness, that he would no longer shrink back like a coward. He would use his power to shatter the chains of fate.
Chu Yao’s eyes, like stars, blazed with a burning flame. She gripped the broken sword in her hand, its blade shimmering with a faint yet resolute light.
"Yes! Our future will not be dictated by anyone, by any so-called fate! We will forge our own path with our own hands!" Her voice was as firm as rock, with no hint of hesitation or retreat.
A flicker of disbelief passed through the woman's icy gaze, as though she hadn't expected these two seemingly insignificant humans to retain such strong resistance even in the face of despair. Their indomitable will, like wildfire, stirred a faint sense of doubt within her.
"Do you really think that with your insignificant strength, you can shake the predestined course of fate? How foolish!" Her voice, like the howl of the icy winds of hell, became colder, more filled with mockery. "Your blood has long been bound by the invisible chains of fate. Everything you do, every choice you make, is like that of a puppet, already destined with no meaning."
The suffocating black energy in the center of the vortex spread even more wildly, as though countless venomous snakes were wrapping around them, becoming stronger and more overwhelming, ready to consume the last glimmer of light. Yet, in the eyes of Li Tuosen and Chu Yao, like stars in the night, their resolve burned brighter, like two eternal flames that would never be extinguished. They knew clearly, as if by unspoken agreement, that this battle, which determined their fate, was far from over. The true battle for their future was just beginning, like the dawning light slowly lifting the veil.
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