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, and this

warranted a response in

skulking in the Quillen residence?” Rhett’s

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a subtle

scarcely worthy of

were laced with deliberate provocation, his demeanor

you shall not leave here alive.” Rhett’s

he took a menacing step

this world, if I choose to leave, no force

radiating

Rhett’s cape whipped

supple material, it spun with the deadly precision

and ready to

Boom!

Envoy Aora leaped nimbly from

with

this!” The Envoy

The Clash

beneath his

narrowed, astonished by the unexpected display of fire.

the searing intensity of the

breadth was broader, and their concealment more

his flames had found their mark, but he

halted abruptly, unable to

from Rhett.

energy,” the Envoy

fully grasp

beneath

was palpable. He hadn’t

attack that revealed the opponent’s

speed, and technique. This

balance of offense and defense, would prove as formidable

Queen of the

The Clash of

Splat

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courtyard like a grim fountain, staining

its crimson

you’re nothing special!”

a chilling triumph,

him. Instead, he

crossed, eyes closed in a stance of

it

a sneer of

eliminating the so–called Holy Guardian before

threat would pave the way

removing all potential dangers.

designs. An unseen force, swift and relentless,

reflexes, Envoy Aora and his

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