──❝Echoes of Eternal Struggle❞──
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"Shh, listen," Wei Wuxian murmured, his voice a mere whisper carried on the breath of the lake's tranquil stillness. He strained, attuning his senses to capture even the faintest resonance, his body coiled with an eager anticipation for what might emerge. "What do you hear?" [Y/n] queried, curiosity dancing within her eyes like glinting stars against the night sky, a blend of fascination and wonder painting her expression. "We haven't the leisure for distractions; focus," Jiang Cheng interjected sharply, impatience coloring his words with a palpable edge. He surveyed their environs with vigilant scrutiny, his eyes flitting from one obscure silhouette to the next, vigilant for any looming threat. "There's an impending presence," Wei Wuxian asserted with an undertone of gravity, his tone laden with the weight of seriousness, echoing amidst the serene ambiance of the lake. As Wei Wuxian cast his gaze downward, a stroke of luck revealed an unforeseen change—the once dark green hue of Biling Lake's waters had shifted to an almost obsidian black.
A chill seized Wei Wuxian as his blood turned icy, witnessing the sinuous silk tendrils stealthily encroaching upon [Y/n]. "A-[Y/n]!" His cry echoed, a desperate plea lost in the unforgiving grasp of time. Time went into a standstill as the tendrils in their sinuous dance ensnare her limb, coiling like serpents with a chilling embrace that sends icy shivers cascading down her spine. Moment by moment, the oppressive darkness of the abyss swallows her whole, blurring the fine line between tangible reality and the haunting specters that besiege her consciousness. The undulating waves harshly caress [Y/n]'s their aqueous tendrils extending, sending a chilling sensation that seeps through her entire being. Despite her efforts, she finds herself ensnared by the roots, its relentless hold penetrating to her core. A desperate urgency fuels her actions as she wields her sword in a frenzied assault against the spectral entities, the blade slashing through the air with a fervor matched only by the intensity of her resolve. Yet their intangible forms mock her efforts, impervious to the physicality of her strikes, their ephemeral presence persisting in defiance of her relentless onslaught.
Lan Wangji's sword thrust fiercely against the writhing tendrils, yet for every strike that cleaved through their silk forms, they replicated in an ominous dance of multiplication. Frustration etched into the lines of his determined countenance, Wei Wuxian surged forward, his own blade clashing vehemently against the serpentine coils, but their efforts proved futile. As the skirmish unfolded, a collective effort emerged among all present to liberate [Y/n]. Despite their coordinated endeavors, the tendrils persisted, defying all attempts to disentangle her. In a harrowing turn, a colossal, ink-black whirlpool surged from the depths, hurtling towards [Y/n] with malevolent intent. The impact was bone-jarring, causing an involuntary cry of pain to escape her lips. Pain ripples through her body, radiating from the point of impact like an electric shock. The force of the blow left her disoriented, and her vision blurred as she struggled to regain her bearings. Its forceful impact sent her careening into the unforgiving waters below. Inevitably, she succumbed, drawn beneath the water's surface. The abyss yawned hungrily, beckoning her deeper. Alarmed shouts reverberated across the expanse as a collective panic seized the atmosphere. Why had such a vicious assault singled her out with such unrelenting aggression?
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