Xue Mao wore a daze for a moment, but the glint in its eyes faded as soon as it arrived.
It had a strange feeling that the black runes on Xiao Ming's body were familiar, as if it had encountered them in a distant memory or perhaps a forgotten era.
Yet, no matter how hard it searched its existing memories, it couldn't recall where or when it had seen them before.
The runes were enigmatic, their patterns intricate and pulsating with a faint, ominous energy. Xue Mao's instincts told it that these runes were no ordinary markings—they were tied to something far greater, something that was probably beyond its current understanding.
*Perhaps I'll have to wait until later in the future to research these black runes,* Xue Mao thought, its expression thoughtful yet tinged with unease.
For now, it could only watch and hope that Xiao Ming would survive whatever ordeal he was facing.
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