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

skulking

The

subtle menace creeping

worthy of knowing my identity.” The masked

were laced with deliberate provocation, his

alive.” Rhett’s

took a menacing step

if I choose to leave, no force can detain me.”

aura radiating a

claim.” Rhett’s cape

material, it spun

its edges razor–sharp and ready to slice through

Boom!

Aora leaped nimbly from the tree, narrowly avoiding

The tree toppled with a thunderous crash

this!” The

The Clash of

from beneath

the unexpected

intensity of the Queen

was broader, and

had found their mark, but he

halted abruptly, unable to advance

from Rhett.

energy,” the Envoy

fully grasp the implications, a

beneath

palpable. He hadn’t

surprise attack

and technique. This adversary, with

balance of offense and defense, would prove as

Queen of the Dark

1892 The

Splat

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scorched courtyard like a grim fountain, staining

its

nothing

out with a chilling triumph, echoing through the

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

in a stance of serie calm. His

it was

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

intent on eliminating the

threat would pave the way for his

removing all potential dangers.

fate had other designs. An

not for his reflexes, Envoy Aora and his

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