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His gaze remained fixed on a particular pile of rubble, an unsettling calm

before the storm. Then, in an instant, the darkness within him receded,

replaced by a calculated silence. He moved toward the ruins with a

deliberate grace, intent on catching whatever lay hidden off guard and

delivering a crushing blow.

Boom!

Despite his careful plotting, the ruins erupted prematurely, and from within, a

crimson figure sprang forth, as if defying the very fabric of expectation.

“Stay here!”

Rhett’s punch cut through the air with lethal intent, aimed at subduing the elusive fighter who had been ensconced within the Quillen residence. His

confidence was unshakable–he was, after all, the reigning monarch of Dark

Night Island.

Yet as his fist neared the opponent’s cloak, the force of his strike dissipated

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into nothingness. The figure used the diversion to vault onto a charred tree,

its presence a daunting silhouette against the smoldering backdrop.

Rhett’s heart skipped a beat. The figure’s cloak, nearly identical in hue to his

own, was only a shade more crimson, suggesting an opponent whose

strength might rival his own.

“Who are you?” Rhett demanded, his voice a low growl.

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The cloaked man, his face obscured by an Envoy Aora mask, regarded Rhett

with equal caution. He had lain in wait within the Quillen residence,

anticipating Emmanuel’s return to ambush and annihilate the couple. The

appearance of another formidable adversary was an unforeseen

complication.

“Holy Guardian, Rhett.” The man’s voice bore a hint of mockery. Rhett’s

respect for formidable opponents was undeniable, and this individual’s

warranted a response

skulking in the Quillen residence?”

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subtle menace

you are scarcely worthy of knowing my identity.” The masked

deliberate provocation, his

you shall not leave here alive.” Rhett’s eyes

as he took a menacing step

if I choose to leave, no force can detain

radiating a

claim.” Rhett’s cape whipped

supple material, it spun

its edges razor–sharp and

Boom!

Aora leaped nimbly from the tree, narrowly

toppled with a

heh, let’s see you withstand this!”

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beneath his

eyes narrowed, astonished by the

intensity of

their breadth was broader, and their concealment more

Envoy Aora believed his flames had found their mark, but

to

from Rhett.

formidable energy,” the Envoy Aora

before he could fully grasp the implications, a crimson streak

from beneath

Rhett’s shock was palpable. He hadn’t anticipated this

diversion, a surprise attack that revealed the opponent’s

speed, and technique.

defense,

of the

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Splat

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scorched courtyard like a grim

its crimson

you’re nothing special!”

out with a chilling triumph, echoing through the

did not turn to face him. Instead, he stood with his back

in a stance of serie calm. His indifference was

it

Envoy Aora’s voice was a sneer of contempt as he

eliminating the so–called Holy

threat would pave the way

removing all potential dangers.

designs. An unseen force,

If not for his reflexes, Envoy Aora and his

ensnared by Rhett’s hidden trap,

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