The Lin Xiao turned their attention to the villagers, their screeches intensifying. A chaotic battle erupted in the clearing, a desperate struggle between humans and the monstrous creatures of the forest.
The old man from the village was there, too. He stood near the edge of the clearing, chanting loudly,他的声音 resonating with an ancient power, different from the Lin Xiao’s screeches. He raised他的 arms, and the plant and trees around the clearing seemed to stir, their branches reaching out like defensive limbs.
Empowered by the villagers’ intervention and the old man’s chanting, the light barrier around me stabilized and brightened.
I focused my energy on the stone sculpture and the wood雕, trying to connect them, to unite their power. A clear picture formed in my mind – the two pieces fitting together, forming a whole.
I placed the wood雕 on the stone sculpture, fitting it into a small indentation on the larger carving.
The moment the two pieces touched, a blinding flash of light erupted from them, illuminating the entire clearing and sending a shockwave through the air.