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

opponents was undeniable,

a response

been skulking in

1897 The Clash

steely, a subtle

worthy of knowing my identity.” The masked

were laced with deliberate provocation, his demeanor

leave here alive.”

took a menacing

to leave, no force can detain me.” The Envoy

radiating a

test that claim.” Rhett’s

a supple material, it

razor–sharp and ready

Boom!

nimbly from the tree, narrowly avoiding

with a thunderous

let’s see you withstand this!” The Envoy Aora unleashed

1892 The

from beneath his

the unexpected display

intensity of the Queen of

was broader, and their

believed his flames had found their mark, but he

halted abruptly, unable to advance beyond half a

from Rhett.

the Envoy Aora murmured

fully grasp the implications, a

beneath the

was palpable. He

a surprise attack

and technique.

and defense,

Queen of the Dark Night Islands

1892 The Clash of

Splat

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the scorched courtyard

its

nothing special!” The Envoy Ford’s

with a chilling triumph, echoing through the

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

a stance

as it

The Envoy Aora’s voice was a sneer of

eliminating the so–called Holy Guardian

this threat would pave the way for

removing all potential dangers.

designs. An unseen force, swift

If not for his reflexes, Envoy Aora

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