Yun Lintian's resolve wavered, his mind a battleground of conflicting emotions. The Chasm's words, like a siren's song, lured him closer to the precipice, tempting him to succumb to its promises, to unleash the chaos within.
"You are but a pawn in this game of fate, Yun Lintian," the voice hissed, its tone now laced with cruel mockery. "A puppet dancing to the strings of destiny, a tool to be used and discarded when your purpose is fulfilled."
Yun Lintian's heart shook, his composure faltering. The Chasm's words struck a nerve, echoing his deepest fears—the fear of being a mere plaything in the hands of fate, a disposable instrument in a grand cosmic scheme.
"You will be cast aside like pathetic trash, your sacrifices meaningless, your existence forgotten," the voice continued, its tone dripping with venomous glee. "You are nothing but a fleeting spark in the grand tapestry of the universe, destined to be extinguished, your light swallowed by the eternal darkness."
