Fantasy: The Counterattack of the Female Sovereign

The threat posed by the Nether Witch seemed to be receding, and the brave warriors of the Alliance were now deeply immersed in the joy of victory. The hideous rift had finally been successfully closed, and the shadow vortex gradually dissipated like smoke. The once bustling battlefield was now filled with only the Nether Witch's eerie voice, echoing on the wind for a long time.

Song Yao and Hao Jin stood side by side atop the towering city wall, gazing out at the distant, unreachable horizon. Even though the battle was finally over, they couldn't fully relax. "Has that terrifying shadow really been completely dispelled?" Song Yao tilted her head slightly, her red lips parted, and softly asked Hao Jin beside her. Her beautiful eyes revealed a glimmer of unconcealed doubt and uncertainty.

Upon hearing this, Hao Jin couldn't help but squeeze Song Yao's delicate, boneless hand tightly, offering comfort. Meanwhile, his own eyes flickered with worry. "To be honest, I have no idea what's going on. It's just that the Nether Witch's last words have left me feeling uneasy and uneasy."

Just as the two were lost in this worry, a mysterious figure slowly approached them from the edge of the previously silent battlefield. Their steps were steady and powerful, each one akin to treading heavily on the invisible rhythm of fate, emitting a deep, rhythmic thud that shook their hearts.

"You have no need to be afraid," the mysterious figure's voice was as gentle as a spring breeze, yet as powerful as the resounding bell, bringing a sense of peace to the ears. He slowly reached out and gently removed the cloak from his head. In an instant, a young and handsome face appeared before everyone. It was like the meticulous craftsmanship of a master sculptor, every line perfectly defined, emanating a unique charm. Especially his eyes, deep as the night sky, gleaming with wisdom, as if they could penetrate the mysteries of the world.

Song Yao and Hao Jin glanced at each other subconsciously, sensing the same confusion in their eyes—they had never heard of the name "Iris." Yet, for some reason, as they gazed upon this self-proclaimed guardian from an ancient prophecy, an inexplicable sense of trust welled up within them, as if they had suddenly seen a glimmer of hope in the darkness.

"Watchman?" Song Yao broke the silence first and asked, "What is your purpose in coming here?" Her voice was clear and pleasant, with a bit of curiosity and vigilance.

Iris smiled faintly, a smile like sunlight on ice and snow, instantly melting the tense atmosphere around them. His gaze didn't linger on Song Yao, but passed past her, piercing through the rolling dust of the battlefield, as if he had seen the distant future. After a long moment, he retracted his gaze and said softly, "I came here to guide you in the direction of progress. You must know that although the Nether Witch has been temporarily repelled, the threat she poses is far from completely eliminated. Those shadowy forces hidden in the shadows are still stirring, waiting for an opportunity to strike."

Hearing this, Hao Jin couldn't help but tightly grip the staff in his hand, feeling the surging power within him. He knew that facing unknown dangers, he must always maintain a high level of vigilance and a strong strength to cope with it. So, he took a deep breath, calmed himself, and then asked, "So, what should we do to completely defeat this evil force?"

Iris raised her hand solemnly, slowly pointing toward the dark, gloomy sky. Thick, dark clouds gathered like surging waves, gathering ever deeper and deeper, until the entire sky was stained an inky black. A fierce wind howled, rustling the surrounding trees. Everything seemed to foreshadow the approach of a terrible storm.

"The power of the shadows hasn't really dissipated, they've only been temporarily suppressed." Iris said grimly, "The Nether Witch's schemes are far more intricate, sinister and cunning than we expected." Under his guidance, Song Yao and Hao Jin cautiously approached the place where the Nether Witch had appeared, and began to carefully search for any clues she had left behind.

After a long search, they finally made a discovery! It turned out that within that bottomless, enormous crack, mysterious markings emanated a strange aura. These markings, like ancient and sinister totems, were deeply engraved on the rock surface, gleaming with a faint, dark light that chilled the heart.

"From what I've observed, these marks are inextricably linked to the power of the Shadow." Iris furrowed her brow and analyzed in a serious tone. "It can be said that they are the source of the Nether Witch's immense power. If they are not completely destroyed in time, it won't be long before the Nether Witch's terrifying power awakens once again."

Hearing this, Song Yao tightly grasped the radiant Heart of Light in her hand, and a warm and gentle power instantly spread throughout her body. Through her unique connection with the Heart of Light, she could clearly sense the rich shadowy power contained within those mysterious marks, like a venomous snake that lay dormant, ready to devour at any moment.

"We must act now, without delay!" Song Yao's gaze remained unwavering, her voice resonant and powerful, revealing an unquestionable resolve. "We must not allow the Nether Witch's vicious plan to succeed, or the consequences will be disastrous!"

Hao Jin and Iris looked at each other and nodded firmly. Suddenly, a dazzling light burst out from their bodies. The light quickly gathered together like a surging tide, as if to illuminate the entire space.

At this time, Song Yao, who was standing in the front, raised the Heart of Light in her hand, which was emitting dazzling white light. She shouted, "Warriors, charge with me!" Before she finished speaking, the warriors of the alliance roared in unison, and lights of various colors shone on their bodies. These lights were like meteors across the sky, blending with the power released by the Heart of Light in Song Yao's hand, and converging into a thick and brilliant beam of light.

This beam, carrying unparalleled might, surged forward like a roaring dragon, hurtling towards the mysterious marks. The moment the beam touched the marks, the entire space trembled. The marks trembled violently under the powerful force of the Heart of Light, as if on the verge of collapse. Simultaneously, a deep roar emanated from within the marks, as a dark and sinister shadowy force raged within, attempting to resist the torrent of light.

However, facing such a powerful force of light, the resistance of the forces of shadow seemed pale and powerless. Song Yao tightly grasped the Heart of Light and shouted, "Now is the time to eliminate evil. Either we succeed or we perish forever!" As she shouted, the Heart of Light burst out with its final and most dazzling light. This light was like the first ray of sunlight at dawn, instantly illuminating the entire darkness.

Upon witnessing this, Hao Jin and Iris unleashed their full might, merging with Song Yao's Heart of Light. Instantly, the three powers merged into one, forming an unstoppable beam of light. This beam of light pierced the mark with devastating force, striking its core. With a resounding, earth-shattering explosion, the entire mark exploded like a ignited barrel of dynamite, sending countless fragments scattering. The shadowy power that had previously lingered within the mark vanished beneath this devastating blow, completely fading from the very fabric of this world.

At the very moment the mark crumbled, a startlingly mysterious light suddenly erupted from it, unstoppable like a flood. Then, this light quickly converged and condensed, transforming into one ancient and profound picture after another.

These images are like precious fragments from the long river of time, carrying memories of the past, forgotten by the years. Among them, the ghostly figure of the Phantom Witch looms, intertwined with a completely unfamiliar and unknown being, their movements coordinated, as if performing a profoundly ancient and solemn mysterious ritual.

Song Yao stared wide-eyed at the images that kept appearing before her, her beautiful face gradually filled with confusion and uneasiness. Iris, standing beside her, also stared at the images, a heavy look in her eyes.

"What on earth is this?" Song Yao muttered to herself, her voice as soft as a candle in the wind, almost inaudible. However, everyone present could clearly sense that her heart was shrouded in a huge mystery.

At this moment, Hao Jin tightly grasped the staff in his hand, a faint but tenacious light flickering on it. He could feel the power in his body surge like a surging tide, as if urging him to release it as soon as possible to deal with the impending potential crisis.

"There's no doubt this is the true plan the Nether Witch has been hiding behind the scenes!" Hao Jin said solemnly, his tone serious and stern. "She actually reached a secret agreement with such an ancient shadowy being. As far as I know, the power this shadowy being possesses has already exceeded the limits of our imagination."

Having said that, Hao Jin paused for a moment, then took a deep breath and continued, "No matter what, we must never sit idly by and allow this ancient shadow existence to awaken and wreak havoc on the world. We must stand up and try every means to stop their conspiracy from succeeding!" As the last sentence came out, Hao Jin's voice became more firm and powerful, as if it could penetrate the thick fog and reach the deepest part of people's hearts.

Iris nodded slightly in agreement. His deep, piercing gaze seemed to penetrate the scene before him, gazing into the distant, unknown future. He spoke solemnly, "Indeed, the impending battle will likely prove far more arduous than we initially imagined. Victory with our current strength alone is undoubtedly a pipe dream. Therefore, our top priority is to find more like-minded, powerful allies to jointly confront this crisis." As he finished speaking, the image gradually dimmed and vanished. But at that moment, something unexpected occurred—from the previously empty, dark corner, a mysterious figure slowly emerged! This person was draped in a thick, heavy black cloak, completely obscuring them from head to toe, making their true appearance impossible to discern. Only the cold, glint of his eyes, occasionally glimpsed through the cloak, caught the eye like the brightest stars in the night sky. So, who was this mysterious figure? Why did he quietly appear at this moment and silently observe all this? What unknown purpose and conspiracy are hidden behind his actions? All these questions are shrouded in layers of fog, making people want to find out...