那些林魈冲到了 protection 前,它们的扭曲的身体碰撞着 invisible barrier,发出了 dull 的撞击声。 barrier 似乎在 holding them back,지만也在 fluctuating,showing signs of strain。
我看到 barrier 上 some points 变得 weak,林魈 的 limbstrying to pierce through them。
老头子他们的吟唱变得更加 urgent。他们的额头上 sweat 涔涔。
我 instinctively 感觉到,those 木头 and village 的保护力量 are not enough alone。They need something more。
那涌入我身体的力量 like a current, urging me to do something.
我 raised the wooden sculpture higher,它的光芒更亮了。我感觉到自己的心跳 sync up with the vibrating of the wood雕。
我闭上眼睛, focusing all 的 mental energy on the wood雕。我 envision 它 emanating protection and light, creating an impenetrable barrier。
我嘴里无意识地 murmuring something,不是任何我知道的语言,而是 sounds that seem to come from deep within me, responding to the ancient energy of the wood sculpture。
那些 sounds resonated with the 老头子 their chanting, creating a strange harmony of ancient and unknown languages。
在我的 concentration 下,木雕的光芒 burst forth,形成一个 wider and more formidable light barrier around the village。
光芒是 warm 的, pure 的, and it seems to have a repulsive effect on the林魈。