Fantasy: The Counterattack of the Female Sovereign

The night wind howled across the desolate battlefield, emitting waves of shrill cries, like the wails of countless vengeful spirits. The flames on the battlefield flickered erratically, flickering brightly and dimly like abandoned ghosts. They seemed to struggle desperately, trying to break free from the darkness, but they could never escape the endless shadow.

Song Yao and Arya's gazes were fixed on the mysterious man, not daring to relax for a moment. But just then, a sudden voice shattered the suffocating tension. The voice was like a gentle whisper on the night wind, faint yet remarkably clear; it carried an indescribable sense of mystery, as if it came from another world.

"Wait, you can't do this!" The woman's voice rang out again, this time even more firmly and forcefully than before, as if every word she uttered contained undeniable power. Song Yao and Arya instinctively turned their heads, looking in the direction of the voice. They saw a figure slowly emerging from the deep night.

Her steps were so light, as if treading on a moonlit path, making no sound at all. She wore a black cloak, which fluttered freely in the night wind, like a messenger sent by the darkness to the mortal world. When the firelight shone on her, only a hazy and mysterious outline could be vaguely outlined, filling one with curiosity and imagination about her true appearance.

Under the veil of night, the battlefield resembled a painting stained by darkness, while the bright moonlight, like a gentle brush, meticulously outlined its rugged contours. The tattered flags on the battlefield seemed like the last traces left by the warriors who once fought bloody battles. They swayed weakly in the wind, making a gentle rustling sound, as if whispering about the glory of the past and the desolation of the present.

Standing amidst the ruins, Song Yao's beautiful eyes reflected the blazing flames. Amidst this interplay of light and shadow, her delicate features were sometimes visible, sometimes lost in shadow, appearing both resolute and full of mystery. Her long, silky hair cascaded like a black waterfall in the night, swaying gently in the breeze. Every movement of her hair seemed to reveal a moving story hidden deep within her heart.

At the same time, the mysterious woman's vast cloak fluttered wildly in the gust of wind. Its dancing motion resembled a giant wing unfurling across the night sky, each flutter stirring up a vortex of air, as if unleashing a profoundly mysterious force. Her face, half-disappearing in the flickering firelight, sometimes bright as day, sometimes dim as night, making it difficult to discern her true features and subtle expressions, leaving only a sense of profound unpredictability. Her eyes, deep as a pool of water, seemed to possess a magical power that could penetrate the soul. Just a single glance was enough to fill one with awe, enough to make one afraid to even gaze for too long.

"Who is she?" Song Yao lowered her head slightly and whispered softly, her gentle voice tinged with a hint of barely concealed curiosity. Elya, standing beside her, stared intently at the approaching woman. Her beautiful eyes, like two torches, locked onto her, a flicker of unnoticed surprise even flickered across them. Elya knew full well that the sudden appearance of this mysterious woman could be a turning point in the situation, either completely revealing the shocking secrets lurking behind the shadowy vortex, or leaving them buried forever, untold.

The woman approached with steady, resolute steps, each one brimming with power, like the sudden beating of a war drum on a fierce battlefield. The deafening beats shook everyone present to their core. When she finally reached the crowd, she quickly scanned the surroundings with a fierce gaze before finally fixing her gaze on the equally enigmatic man. Then, she uttered a low, yet commanding voice: "You should not reveal this secret." Those simple words sounded like a heavy hammer, relentlessly hammering down on the man's heart.

Faced with the woman's sudden rebuke, the mysterious man frowned, a flicker of deep doubt in his eyes. He tried hard to recall the connection between him and the woman before him, but his memory was like mist blown away by a strong wind, becoming fragmented and blurred. So, what unknown past did they share?

"Who are you?" the mysterious man asked solemnly, his deep, magnetic voice hinting at a subtle challenge. The woman standing opposite him merely raised her lips and chuckled softly. Her smile, seemingly light and innocent, held within it a profound mystery. Her red lips parted as she spoke, "I am both the lingering shadow of your past and the guiding light toward an uncertain future." Before she finished speaking, everyone present gasped, a chill running down their spines.

The mysterious figure seemed shrouded in a mist, making it difficult to discern her true identity. Yet, at that moment, the woman named Arya stepped forward, her beautiful eyes gleaming with a resoluteness uncanny. Each step she took was so steady and powerful that it seemed as if the very ground beneath her feet trembled slightly. At the same time, one could clearly sense the immense power surging from within her, a force like a surging torrent, a force that was truly awe-inspiring.

Arya stared directly at the mysterious woman before her, unflinching. In a calm yet resolute tone, she pressed, "So, may I ask, what is your true purpose for coming here?" Her eyes never left hers, searching for even the slightest clue in her deep, watery gaze. The mysterious woman, in turn, calmly locked her gaze on Arya, a hint of inquiring interest in her eyes. Clearly, she sensed that this woman was no ordinary being, perhaps harboring some profound secret that even they themselves hadn't yet grasped.

Arya's figure stood out in the firelight, her steps steady, each one a testament to her resolve. Her body seemed to hold immense power, each movement imbued with strength and resolve. Her cloak fluttered in the wind, as if applauding her courage and resolve.

The atmosphere on the battlefield grew more tense as the woman and Arya exchanged words. Everyone's breathing quickened, their gazes fixed on the two women, as if awaiting a decisive moment. The flames flickered in the wind, foreshadowing the coming storm.

"My purpose is to protect the truth," the woman replied, a firmness in her voice.

As the woman finished her words, the atmosphere on the battlefield grew more tense. What exactly was the secret of the Shadow Vortex? Why was it so important that it required two guardians to protect it?

As the woman finished her words, the atmosphere on the battlefield grew more tense. What exactly was the secret of the Shadow Vortex? Why was it so important that it required two guardians to protect it?

Edmund's allies gathered together, their eyes fixed on the woman. They knew that the appearance of this woman could change everything.

"What should we do?" an ally asked in a low voice, a hint of uneasiness in his voice.

"We have to be careful," another ally replied, a hint of caution in his eyes.

At that moment, a dark figure quietly approached, its target the woman. His movements were light and swift, his eyes revealing a cold determination. Was his target the woman, or the secret of the Shadow Vortex?

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Song Yao's figure stood out in the firelight, her long hair fluttering in the night breeze like a banner on a battlefield. Her gaze was resolute, her steps deliberate, as if her arrival was destined. Her cape rustled in the wind, as if alive, dancing with her movements.

The mysterious woman's gaze locked onto Song Yao, a complex glint in her eyes. She knew this woman's appearance could change everything. Her cape rustled in the wind, dancing with her movements as if alive.

There was a distinct determination in Arya's eyes. Her steps were firm, and she seemed to possess immense strength. She knew she would be a key player in this adventure, her fate bound up with the secrets of the Shadow Vortex.

Just as the woman and Arya were about to uncover the secrets of the Shadow Vortex, a dark figure approached silently, ghostlike. His movements were light and swift, blending seamlessly into the night. His eyes held a cold determination, and every glance sent a chill through the air. Was his target the woman, or the secrets of the Shadow Vortex? This question hung like a heavy stone over everyone's heart, suffocating them.

The wind grows stronger and stronger, and the flames on the battlefield flicker in the wind, as if foreshadowing the coming storm. And at the center of this storm, the secret of the shadow vortex is waiting to be revealed...

But at this moment, an unexpected voice interrupted the tense atmosphere. A man's voice, deep and powerful, came from the other end of the battlefield: "Stop, I know her."

Who is this man? His voice radiates undeniable authority. Will his arrival change everything? Will the secrets of the Shadow Vortex remain buried forever?

In the night wind, everything becomes confusing and the secret of the shadow vortex is like smoke blown away by the wind, making it difficult to grasp. And on this night, a new mystery is quietly unfolding...