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 this

a response in

been skulking in

The Clash of

steely, a subtle menace creeping

worthy of knowing my identity.” The masked

laced with deliberate provocation, his demeanor

leave here alive.” Rhett’s eyes

as he took a menacing step

to leave, no force can detain me.”

his aura radiating

claim.” Rhett’s

supple material, it

blade, its edges razor–sharp and ready to slice through

Boom!

nimbly from the tree, narrowly

toppled with a thunderous crash behind

let’s see you withstand this!” The

The

from beneath his

astonished by the unexpected display

flames lacked the searing intensity of the Queen of

their breadth was broader, and their

believed his flames had found

unable to advance beyond half

from Rhett.

energy,” the Envoy Aora murmured in

could fully grasp

beneath the

palpable. He hadn’t anticipated

surprise attack that revealed the

speed, and technique. This adversary, with

balance of offense and defense, would prove as

Queen of the Dark

1892 The Clash of

Splat

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courtyard like a grim

with its crimson

Holy Guardian, you’re nothing

with a chilling triumph, echoing

not turn to face him. Instead,

in a stance of serie

it was

The Envoy Aora’s voice was a sneer of contempt

eliminating the so–called

would pave the

removing all potential dangers.

other designs. An unseen force, swift and

him. If not for his reflexes,

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