The Feather Core Burns and the Rebellion of the Feather People
Fire, like the first light of dawn, slowly began to rise from the heart-like Feather Core. It was not a raging flame that consumed everything in its path, but a soft glow, like ancient scrolls carrying countless memories. Each strand of light was like a fine brushstroke, writing names, lies, and deaths—heavy and suffocating.
Li Tuosen and Ye Ling stood like two solitary lighthouses, quietly positioned at the center of the glow. The "True Core Feather Mark" created by the special bond between them hung in the air like a pulsating heart, emanating a warm and steadfast light. It pulsed uncontrollably, each subtle beat striking the still air of the Feather Nation like an invisible hammer, sending waves of anxiety through the atmosphere.
"The Feather People... are beginning to awaken..." Ye Ling murmured like a prophet, her bright obsidian-like eyes filled with an indescribable complexity.
She reached out her hand gently, touching the warm feather light. In an instant, dark figures began to rise from every corner of shadow, like ghosts awakening from deep slumber.
These were the Feather People—entwined in black thorns, covered in unsettling feathers, bound by an invisible curse, unable to speak the truth. Now, they were like prisoners desperately trying to shed their heavy shackles, painfully pulling the black feathers, their marks of sin, from their skin, hollow eyes, and slender fingers. They let out beastly, desperate cries of agony.
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"I only didn't want to worry my mother... I’m not a bad person... I really am not..."
The once lifeless Feather People, now torn apart by an invisible force, began to self-harm in a frenzy. Some cried out like children breaking down, others raved like crazed beasts, and some, crushed by invisible pressure, collapsed on the cold floor of the Feather Library, crying in despair. The most terrifying part was that their fragmented memories, like broken shards of glass, began to slowly coalesce into a solid form.
The stronger and deeper the memory, the more terrifying and dangerous the entity it formed.
A young Feather Person, who once lied to escape punishment, claiming he had never taken a life, now found a monstrous, blood-scented demon of immense size emerging from behind him. It was the "Memory Beast of Killing Intent," a creature long suppressed in his soul, erupting like a volcano.
"If this continues... the Feather Nation... will collapse completely..." Ye Ling, like a prophet witnessing the apocalypse, spoke with a trembling voice. Her feather markings, burned as though by fire, flickered like a candle in the wind, signaling that her strength was being forcibly drawn into a dangerous resonance with the Feather Core.
But in Li Tuosen's eyes, which were as cold as frozen ice, there flickered a steadfast light, like a sword cutting through the darkness. He clenched his fists tightly, as if holding onto the last shred of hope.
"Then let it collapse! This country, sustained by countless lies to maintain its false order, should never have existed in this world from the start!"
He charged into the midst of the crazed Feather People, using his body as a shield to block the rampaging Memory Beast. The sharp black feathers cut through his arms, face, and chest like cruel storms—blood blooming like a strange flower, but he stood firm, unwavering like a rock.
At that moment, Chu Yao appeared like a phantom before them.
Her obsidian-like eyes had been completely transformed by black feathers, and her pupils were no longer black or white. Instead, they were filled with interwoven black feather markings and hellish firelight, like ancient runes dancing in the depths.
"I... can seal their memories, those raging beasts of the mind... but the cost is..." she spoke softly, "I will forget myself entirely."
Like a traveler about to embark on a distant journey, she looked at Li Tuosen one last time, her eyes burning with a complex, unspoken emotion.
"If... I forget you... will you still remember me?"
Li Tuosen stood like a statue, crushed by an invisible weight. After a long silence, he nodded slowly, as if making a decision.
"The moment you remember me... that will be enough... I will use all my memories... to help you find yours, piece by piece..."
Chu Yao, like a priest summoning ancient gods, slowly raised her slender, cold hand to the sky. Like calling forth slumbering souls, she summoned the ancient and mysterious Memory Flute. She placed the flute to her cracked lips and played the mournful, distant tune of the "Feather Nation's Dirge."
The melody, ancient and gentle, soothed the restless souls, drawing the Feather People into calm. The Memory Beasts, once like shackled beasts, began to fall into a deep sleep. One by one, the Feather People, as if drained of all their strength, collapsed like exhausted children on the cold ground, whispering softly in their dreams.
The Feather Library, laden with countless lies and pain, began to crumble and fall apart to the rhythm of this funeral-like melody. Like a giant walking toward its end, it collapsed into a mass of swirling black feather dust, dissipating into the cold air.
But in the next moment, the Feather Core, like a heart, was torn apart by an invisible force. It emitted a sharp, ear-piercing sound, like claws scraping glass, followed by a sickening wave of "Malicious Feather Mark," a demonic explosion from the depths of the core, as if breaking free from its chains.
"The Black Feather Lord... has not truly died... It... is slowly being reborn... in a far more terrifying form..."
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