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

opponents was undeniable, and this

a response in

been skulking in

1897 The Clash

subtle menace creeping

are scarcely worthy of knowing

with deliberate provocation, his

leave here alive.”

as he took a menacing

choose to leave, no force can detain me.”

his aura radiating a

claim.” Rhett’s cape whipped out

a supple material, it spun with the deadly

edges razor–sharp and ready to slice

Boom!

Envoy Aora leaped nimbly from the tree, narrowly

with a thunderous

you withstand this!” The Envoy Aora unleashed

1892 The Clash of

beneath

by the unexpected

flames lacked the searing intensity of the

breadth was broader, and their concealment more

Envoy Aora believed his flames had

they halted abruptly, unable to advance beyond half

from Rhett.

Envoy Aora murmured

grasp the implications, a crimson

from beneath

Rhett’s shock was palpable. He hadn’t anticipated this

surprise attack that revealed

speed, and technique. This adversary,

defense, would

Queen of the Dark

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Splat

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from the scorched courtyard like

its crimson

you’re nothing

out with a chilling triumph, echoing through

face him. Instead, he

stance of

it was

voice was a sneer

intent on eliminating the so–called Holy Guardian before

threat would pave the way for

removing all potential dangers.

An unseen force, swift and relentless,

not for his reflexes, Envoy

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