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

warranted a response in

skulking in the Quillen

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a subtle menace

you are scarcely worthy of knowing my identity.”

laced with deliberate provocation, his demeanor

here alive.” Rhett’s eyes ignited with a

as he took a menacing step

this world, if I choose to leave, no force

aura radiating a formidable

test that claim.” Rhett’s cape whipped

crafted from a supple material, it spun with the

and ready

Boom!

from the

The tree toppled with a thunderous crash

let’s see you withstand this!” The Envoy

The Clash

from beneath

the

searing intensity of the Queen

breadth was broader, and their concealment more

Envoy Aora believed his flames had found their

unable to advance beyond half

from Rhett.

the Envoy Aora murmured

could fully grasp the implications,

from beneath the

He hadn’t

surprise attack that revealed

of strength, speed, and technique. This adversary, with

offense and defense,

of the Dark Night

1892 The Clash of

Splat

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scorched courtyard

with its

heh, Holy Guardian, you’re nothing special!”

out with a chilling triumph, echoing through the desolate

Rhett did not turn to face him. Instead, he stood

a stance of serie calm. His

it

Envoy Aora’s voice was a sneer of contempt

eliminating the so–called Holy

this threat would pave the way

removing all potential dangers.

An

his reflexes, Envoy Aora and

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