The valley had disappeared.
The world had become nothing but shadows.
The Shadow Sun Calamity An Ning unleashed in previous chapter had swallowed everything—
the cliffs, the broken platforms, the corpses, the watching sects—
All were drowned in a suffocating ocean of black light.
The darkness domain pulsed like a living organism.
Black tendrils wriggled across the ground.
Shadowy mist curled upward like whispering ghosts.
Air thickened until even breathing felt heavy.
Only three figures remained clear inside the vast darkness:
Shaurya – bleeding, exhausted, golden aura flickering weakly.
Lorgann – molten scales glowing dimly, body trembling.
An Ning – standing tall, calm, the center of the shadow world.
His sword rested against his hip.
His fingers brushed the hilt lazily.
His aura…
Changed.
It no longer felt like mere shadow or spiritual pressure.
It felt like the air and atmosphere bent around him.
Like the darkness existed because he chose it.
