2:The Battle of Eternal Night

The battle of eternal night

As the wind carried away the scent of blood, the battlefield fell into a momentary silence. Only the crackling of flickering flames and the hollow whisper of the wind could be heard.

Ling Yue stood in the center of the battlefield, her white robes stained with faint traces of blood. The cold moonlight hanging in the night sky cast a dim glow on her face, revealing the ghosts of the past in her eyes.

Yan Xi's heart wavered for a brief moment. This was the woman he had once been willing to risk everything for. But now, standing between ally and enemy, she was like a sword with an uncertain edge—one that could strike either side at any moment.

"Ling Yue, step aside!" Ling Yue's grip tightened around the sword she had pointed at him, her eyes burning like fire. "This battle must come to an end!"

Yan Xi blinked before letting out a bitter smile. "Really? Then tell me, Ling Yue… when did this battle even begin?"

For a moment, Ling Yue said nothing. Though storms raged within her, from the outside, she appeared as cold and unmoving as a statue.

Yan Xi took a step forward, blood dripping from the tip of his sword onto the ground. "Are you with me, or against me?"

Ling Yue's lips trembled, but no answer came.

And in that instant, from the shadows behind her, a figure emerged—his crimson eyes gleaming with malice, his lips curled into a treacherous smile.

A dagger sliced through the air like a bolt of lightning, aimed directly at Ling Yue.

Yan Xi's pupils dilated. "Ling Yue, move!"

But it was already too late.