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

for formidable opponents was

a response

Why have you been skulking in the Quillen residence?”

The Clash of

steely, a subtle menace creeping

worthy of knowing

with deliberate provocation, his

leave here alive.”

as he took a

I choose to leave, no force can

his aura radiating

me test that claim.” Rhett’s cape whipped out with sudden

supple material, it spun

its edges razor–sharp and ready to

Boom!

Aora leaped nimbly from the tree, narrowly avoiding

tree toppled with a

this!” The Envoy

The

beneath

by the unexpected

intensity of the Queen of the Dark Night

was broader, and their

believed his flames had

halted abruptly, unable to advance

from Rhett.

Envoy Aora

fully grasp the implications, a crimson

from beneath the

palpable. He hadn’t

a surprise attack

speed, and technique. This

offense and defense, would prove as formidable

Queen of the Dark Night

1892 The

Splat

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courtyard like a grim

with its

Holy Guardian, you’re nothing

out with a chilling triumph, echoing

him. Instead, he stood with his

closed in a stance of serie calm. His indifference was

as it was

Aora’s voice was a sneer of contempt

on eliminating the so–called Holy Guardian before

Eradicating this threat would pave the way for his

removing all potential dangers.

other designs. An unseen

not for his reflexes, Envoy

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