Night hung over the earth like a thick layer of ink, heavy and oppressive. The scattered stars twinkled, yet they were as feeble as candles in the wind, utterly powerless to pierce the vast landscape shrouded in heavy gloom. Inside an ancient and majestic castle, Zhang Yue, Ziyan, and their numerous allies gathered with solemn expressions, the atmosphere in the hall so dense it seemed it could drip water.
Zhang Yue stood quietly by the window, his figure appearing lonely yet resolute in the dim moonlight. The darkness outside was boundless, resembling a giant demonic maw ready to devour everything at a moment's notice. Gazing into the bottomless dark, his heart churned with a myriad of thoughts. For him and his companions, this coming decisive battle was not merely a life-or-death struggle, but an ultimate showdown concerning countless innocent lives, justice, and peace in the world. He knew all too well the immense responsibility he bore; every single decision could tip the final outcome.
Ziyan's soft footsteps sounded in the silence, and like a gentle breeze, she quietly came to Zhang Yue's side. Concern and determination filled her eyes. "Zhang Yue, everyone is fully prepared, awaiting only tomorrow's battle." Though soft, her voice carried an unquestionable strength.
Chapter 91