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

formidable opponents was undeniable,

a response in

you been skulking

1897 The

subtle menace creeping

scarcely worthy of knowing my identity.” The

deliberate

shall not leave here alive.” Rhett’s eyes ignited

as he took a menacing

leave, no force can

his aura radiating

Rhett’s cape whipped out with

a supple material, it

and ready to slice through

Boom!

Envoy Aora leaped nimbly from the tree, narrowly avoiding

The tree toppled with a thunderous

see you withstand this!” The

The Clash of

from beneath

narrowed, astonished by the unexpected display of fire.

of the Queen

breadth was broader, and their concealment

Aora believed his flames had

they halted abruptly, unable to advance beyond half

from Rhett.

the Envoy Aora murmured in

before he could fully grasp the implications, a crimson

from beneath

shock was palpable. He hadn’t anticipated this

diversion, a surprise attack that

speed, and technique. This adversary,

defense, would

Queen of the Dark Night

1892 The Clash

Splat

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the scorched courtyard like a grim fountain, staining

with its crimson

Guardian, you’re nothing special!” The Envoy Ford’s

chilling triumph, echoing through

not turn to face him. Instead, he stood

in a stance of serie calm. His indifference was

as it was

a sneer of contempt as he

the so–called

threat would pave the

removing all potential dangers.

An unseen force, swift

his reflexes, Envoy Aora and

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