The darkness had barely settled.
Shattered shadows still floated in the air like torn cloth. Cracks spread across the valley floor in jagged veins. The remains of An Ning's broken darkness domain dissolved slowly, swallowed by golden afterglow and molten heat.
At the center—
Shadow Blade An Ning moved first.
He vanished.
A black streak tore through the air.
Shaurya's eyes sharpened.
"Lorgann—!"
Too late.
An Ning appeared mid-step between them, sword already moving.
Shaurya reacted instantly.
He swung.
"Ultimate Sword Strike!"
The Meteorite Sword screamed as golden spiritual energy exploded outward, forming a massive crescent slash that tore across the ground, ripping stone apart and lighting the valley in blazing gold.
But—
An Ning was gone.
The slash cut through empty space and detonated against a distant cliff, vaporizing half the rock face.
Shaurya's pupils shrank.
Behind Lorgann.
"No—!!"
An Ning reappeared directly in front of the Primal Dragon.
