Chapter 1892

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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Chapter 1892 The Clash of Shadows

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

was undeniable, and

a response in

Why have you been skulking in

The Clash of

subtle

scarcely worthy of knowing my identity.”

with deliberate

you shall not leave here alive.” Rhett’s

he took

I choose to leave, no force can

aura radiating a formidable

that claim.” Rhett’s cape whipped

a supple material, it spun with

razor–sharp and

Boom!

Aora leaped nimbly from

toppled with a thunderous

see you withstand this!” The Envoy Aora

1892 The Clash of

from beneath his

the unexpected display of

of the Queen of the

their breadth was broader, and their concealment

Aora believed his flames had found

unable to advance beyond

from Rhett.

the Envoy

fully grasp the implications,

from beneath

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

a surprise attack that revealed the opponent’s

of strength, speed, and technique. This adversary,

balance of offense and defense, would prove as

Queen of the Dark Night Islands

The Clash

Splat

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from the scorched courtyard like a grim fountain, staining

with its crimson

Holy Guardian, you’re nothing

a chilling triumph, echoing

face him. Instead, he

in a stance of serie calm. His indifference was

as it was

a sneer of contempt as

intent on eliminating the so–called

Emmanuel. Eradicating this threat would pave

removing all potential dangers.

had other designs. An

not for his reflexes, Envoy Aora

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