"I wish to know who exactly you are," he declared, leaning in so close to Yinlan's face that the warmth of his breath mingled with hers. But, in an instant, a cold sweat emerged from his back, sending chills down his spine. With sudden urgency, he took a few steps away from her, the person who had saved Yinlan barely bracing himself for a potential fall to the ground. An unexplainable rush of emotion surged within him—a sharp fear, dominant and powerful, emanating from Yinlan.
As he stumbled backward, the air crackled with an unsettling tension. He couldn't shake the feeling that he had just glimpsed a force far greater than himself, a force that had emerged from the crucible of suffering.
His eyes widened in astonishment and terror. The intensity of the latent force within her, forged through anguish and rebirth, was beyond his comprehension. It was as if the abyss had left an indelible stamp on her, imbuing her with a power that surpassed mortal understanding.
