The Final Confrontation at the Edge of Time
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The cosmic forest resembled a massive corpse bleeding miniature universes from its cracks. The trees, made of black light, bent like old women under the weight of a scream that had yet to be released, and the sky—torn by temporal rifts—resembled weeping eyes watching what was about to unfold. Here, at the edge of the abyss where past meets future, Lang Xian and Jiu stood face to face. The black flower in Jiu's chest pulsed rapidly, like a heart on the verge of explosion, while Lang Xian's ashen eyes gleamed with a metallic shine Jiu had never seen before… the glint of murder.
"I'm tired of running from you…" Jiu whispered, golden blood dripping from the corners of his mouth. "Tell me… why did you choose this path?"
Lang Xian: (pulls a dagger made from a blue dragon's bone, its blade engraved with the symbols of the forgotten tribe)
"Because you're not my son… you're the mistake I must fix."
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The Dance of the Dagger and Memory
The battle erupted like a storm of blades and memories:
Lang Xian attacked with the ferocity of a starving wolf, each strike flashing scenes from his lost past.
Jiu dodged with breathtaking skill, his black roots forming a shield around him, though each wound left a golden scar that bled secrets.
The black flower wilted with every injury, its petals falling like frozen tears.
In a critical moment, as Lang Xian's dagger came within centimeters of Jiu's heart, time froze.
Jiu: (looking into the ashen eyes he once knew as a father's)
"Will you kill me… like you did all the others?"
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The Final Collapse of the Immortal Wolf
Lang Xian trembled. The dagger in his hand began to melt, turning into golden liquid that dripped to the ground. Suddenly, repressed memories exploded from within him:
The night of his family's massacre: he saw himself hiding as a child—but this time, from the killer's perspective.
The golden symbol on his dead mother's forehead shone the same color as the flower in Jiu's chest.
Heilaion's voice whispered to him: "You planted the corruption… now you must cleanse it."
Lang Xian: (tears off the golden mask from his face, revealing scars bleeding black)
"I… wasn't the savior… I was the plague."
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The Stab That Shook the Universes
Jiu, beginning to understand, reached out toward Lang Xian. But before he could touch him, the golden dagger pierced his heart. Golden blood erupted like a cosmic waterfall, and the black flower split in half. Inside it… lay a small golden seed.
Lang Xian: (his black tears melting Jiu's skin)
"Death… is the only door."
Jiu collapsed to his knees, trying to close the wound with trembling hands. But the golden blood transformed into black-light cocoons, wrapping him like a final shroud.
Jiu: (his final breath before turning to dust)
"Please… don't go there…"
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Return to the First Hell
After Jiu's death, Lang Xian took the golden seed from his ashes. With a single word from the language of the forgotten tribe, a green time-rift opened—like a wound he had carried in his heart for centuries.
Inside the rift, he saw the night of the massacre once again:
The masked knights storming his home.
His young mother trying to hide him under a crate.
His infant sister crushed beneath the killer knight's boot.
But this time… it was different.
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The Wolf Who Faced His Demon
Lang Xian appeared in the center of the room, his adult body like a ghost between past and present. The killer knight, raising his sword toward the mother, suddenly paused.
Lang Xian: (shouting with a voice that shook the walls of time)
"This time… you won't succeed!"
He attacked the knight, but the sword passed through Lang Xian's transparent body. Then he realized the harsh truth: he could not change the past… only watch it.
The mother: (turns toward the hiding place of young Lang Xian, her eyes gleaming with the golden symbol)
"Run… my little wolf."
In that moment, Lang Xian understood: the golden symbol on his mother's forehead… was the same one he had planted in Jiu.
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The Final Revelation: The Endless Loop
When Lang Xian returned to the present, the universe had already collapsed around him. Time rifts devoured everything, and stars died like extinguished suns. In his hand, the golden seed ignited, revealing one final truth:
Jiu was a copy of him, created from his golden blood to carry the curse in his place.
His mother had been the first guardian of the time gate… whom he had executed without knowing.
The golden symbol was a seal placed by Heilaion to ensure the cycle would continue.
Lang Xian: (laughing with a madness that blurred the boundaries of insanity)
"How foolish you were… thinking you could escape?"
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The Wolf Who Ate His Tail
As the universe collapsed, Lang Xian sat on the ruins of the Tree of Hope. The golden seed in his hand grew into a golden flower, its petals resembling his mother's eyes.
Jiu's voice (from the flower):
"The game… must continue."
Lang Xian planted the flower in his chest, releasing a wave of energy that rebuilt the universe anew… but this time, without hope.
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In a new village built from the ashes of collapsed worlds, a child was born—one eye gold, the other black. On his forehead, a mark resembling a wolf devouring its own tail… the beginning of the new cycle.