Nightling, like an injured little beast, helplessly knelt beside the blood-soaked body of Li Tuosen. Her eyes, bright like obsidian, were filled with fear, a flood ready to break its dam and overflow, yet she was bound by invisible shackles, unable to even scream.
Around them, death surrounded them. Countless undead Feathered Ones, like walking corpses, stood close together.
They were like statues frozen in time, silently standing around the city, their lifeless eyes hollow and confused, their black feathers damp and clinging as though soaked in a rotten swamp. Dark red liquid still lingered at the corners of their mouths, emitting a nauseating, foul odor.
The third black feather, which had been motionless like a dormant curse on Li Tuosen’s chest, began to stir as if responding to the call of death. Its eerie movement seemed to herald the awakening of some evil force.
In the suffocating silence, a deafening scream suddenly tore through the dark sky above them.
A gigantic Feathered One, nearly three meters long, descended like a reaper from the heavens. Unlike the other lifeless Feathered Ones, this creature’s feathers were soaked in the purest black, and its deep-set eyes burned with two balls of hellish blue fire, strange and terrifying.
It opened its beak, covered in sharp barbs, and rasped a voice like the grinding of bones.
“Feathered Kingdom Judge, ‘Feather King,’ has arrived.”
Nightling’s frail body trembled more violently, as if struck by a cold wind. Clinging desperately to Li Tuosen’s cold, trembling hand, her voice, choked with fear, quivered uncontrollably: “This Feathered One… is not an ordinary dead soul… It is a ‘king’ whose soul has been completely torn apart by lies… It will greedily devour the memories of all liars, like a ravenous beast devouring flesh, turning them into an eternal part of the Feathered Kingdom’s army—forever killing…”
Li Tuosen, like a beast trapped in a corner, struggled to rise from the ground. The feather blade in his hand, glowing with an icy light, trembled slightly as though feeling its master's inner resolve burning like a fierce flame. He knew clearly that this battle was no longer just for survival.
It was to protect the last remnants of his humanity, flickering like a candle in the wind, still not fully consumed by darkness.
“Li Tuosen, you have no idea what lies you once told,” said the Feather King in a voice as rough as feathers scraping against coarse bone, a whisper from the depths of hell, eerie and terrifying. “The words you once spoke are the true cause of your inevitable fall into the abyss.”
Like a ruler of life and death, it extended its enormous claw, covered in black feathers. In an instant, countless black feathers, like ghosts, were drawn together, swirling violently like a black tide, as if it sought to devour the entire dead city.
Li Tuosen, enraged like a lion, roared with thunderous fury. The feather blade in his hand, infused with newfound life, exploded with unprecedented power. The fourth black feather, like a demon’s claw, suddenly broke through his tattered clothes and stretched out, bringing a suffocating pressure.
But this time, he did not try to conceal the signs of his body’s gradual mutation. Like a beast breaking free from its chains, he took a decisive step forward, leaping toward the Feather King like an arrow released from a bow, his figure resembling a streak of black lightning across the night sky.
“The lies I once told, I will bury them one by one, erasing them from my memory!” Li Tuosen roared like a warrior reborn from fire. “But I will never become one of you, puppets controlled by lies, nor will I become a part of your undead!”
The Feather King’s eyes, burning with hellish blue flames, erupted with volcanic rage. It let out a wail like a night owl’s cry, and its massive, spiked wings unfurled with a deafening crack. Countless black feathers, sharp as blades and carrying the scent of death, rained down like a torrential storm, heading straight for Li Tuosen’s lightning-fast figure.
The two black figures, like ghosts, collided violently in the darkest corner of the Feathered Kingdom, a clash that ignited sparks like firecrackers. Blood-red feathers, like leaves swept by a storm, flew through the air in all directions. The final battle between humanity and corruption had begun, opening with a bloody prologue!
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