Under the horrified gazes of the pursuers and Lin Songhe (through the porthole), "Ah Huang's" dazzling blond hair seemed to be soaked in ink, instantly losing all color and turning into the purest pitch black! Those blue eyes, as clear as the sky, seemed to be swallowed up by the deepest night. The outline of his face was subtly but fatally distorted in the light and shadow - and finally settled into the appearance of Lin Songhe!
"Lin Songhe is here!" A pursuer shouted. Several deadly energy beams, carrying the aura of destroying everything, focused their fire without hesitation on the black-haired figure standing in front of the escape boat, with Lin Songhe's face on his face!
**Rumble, rumble——! ! ! **
The deafening explosion instantly engulfed that figure! The blazing flames bloomed like red lotuses from hell, and the scorching air waves even pushed the heavy escape boat to shake!
At the moment when the escape boat's engine started and roared through the sea of fire and took off into the sky, the last thing Lin Songhe saw through the porthole was the figure holding her face, melting like a wax statue in the flames... And the pair of "Ah Huang's" black eyes that were still locked on her in the flames, full of satisfaction and relief.
The escape boat turned into a stream of light, rushed out of the burning Lin family mansion, and rushed into the unknown dark space.
When the sea of purgatory fire swallowed up the orc "Ahuang" who was carved by Xinglan himself and sent to Lin Songhe's side
In the distant center of power, the body belonging to Xinglan shook violently!
There were no physical scars, but an indescribable pain, as if his soul had been thrown into a furnace and burned, like billions of red-hot steel needles, piercing his brain and heart! That was the backlash caused by the **spiritual link** being forcibly torn apart and burned by extreme pain! "He suddenly curled up, digging his fingers deeply into the expensive wooden handrails. His knuckles were twisted and turned white due to severe pain and some extreme emotions. Broken, untuned sounds escaped from his throat, as if his soul was being burned inch by inch. His face was as pale as paper, and his clothes were soaked in cold sweat. His body was shaking violently uncontrollably. His knees softened and he almost fell to the ground. A fishy sweetness surged in his throat, and blood dripped down the corners of his lips and onto the cold white ground.
The severe pain hit his nerves like a tide, almost tearing him apart.
However, beneath this wave of inhuman pain, an almost eerie satisfaction slowly emerged from the depths of those sinister and cold eyes that belonged to Xinglan's body.
The feeling of satisfaction was weak but tenacious, like the last wisp of smoke rising from the ashes.
"She... Escaped... Alive..."
This thought became the only spiritual pillar that supported him in the pain of death.
□□ Can be burned, the spirit can be severely damaged, and dreams... Can be shattered...
But as long as she lives, that's fine.
And he would be her shadow.
He weaves conspiracies; he takes care of the killings; he clears away those dark corners where the "light" in her eyes cannot shine. He will personally remove all the thorns for her, even if his hands are covered with mud, even if he can only stand in the shadow that she cannot see forever.
He remembered her clear eyes in the military academy, her words to him, "There is hope when you are alive," and her words when she wrapped her mother in her arms, "Those who are sick have the right to live."
He will be the sharpest knife in her hand, the most concealed shield, and the most reliable hidden line. She didn't have to know, didn't have to be grateful, didn't even have to remember.
As his consciousness floated in the darkness, Xinglan smiled bitterly: How ridiculous. Silas spent his whole life humiliating, calculating, betraying, hurting..., But in the end, what he learned was to use the face of his enemy to pave the way for the future of the one he loves.
Concept: This is a game about genes, disguise and resistance. It is also a story about two lonely souls who finally learned to "never let go" in the ruins.