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

warranted a response in

been skulking in the Quillen

1897 The

subtle menace creeping

of knowing

were laced with deliberate provocation, his demeanor

alive.” Rhett’s eyes

he took

I choose to leave, no force

radiating a

Rhett’s cape whipped

it spun with

razor–sharp and

Boom!

from the tree, narrowly

with a

this!” The Envoy Aora unleashed a torrent

The Clash

from beneath his

the unexpected display of

flames lacked the searing intensity of the Queen

was broader,

believed his flames had found their mark, but he

halted abruptly, unable to advance beyond

from Rhett.

the Envoy Aora murmured

he could fully grasp the implications, a crimson

beneath

was palpable. He hadn’t anticipated

attack that revealed the opponent’s

speed, and technique.

balance of offense and defense, would prove as formidable

of the Dark Night

The Clash of

Splat

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the scorched courtyard like a grim fountain,

with its

Guardian, you’re nothing

a chilling triumph, echoing

face him. Instead, he stood with his

eyes closed in a stance of serie

as it was

was a sneer of contempt as he prepared

the

Emmanuel. Eradicating this threat would pave the way

removing all potential dangers.

An

his reflexes, Envoy Aora and

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