Chapter 332: Dance Of Shadows And Death
The portal chamber roared with power.
The glow from the four massive teleportation circles pulsed faintly beneath the stone floor, casting flickering shadows across the vast hall.
Knight stood tall in the center, his obsidian fur rippling with dark Essence, horn gleaming faintly with a deep crimson hue. The air around him writhed, thick with shadows and streaked with the faint scent of blood.
Three old Masters circled him like vultures, their battle-worn robes tattered and stained. Lines of exhaustion cut across their faces, mingling with confusion and unease. Each had summoned their weapons, and all bore varying degrees of injuries from the relentless assault.
The oldest among them narrowed his eyes and muttered, "What kind of creature is this? I can’t even see his level."
One of the others replied cautiously, "I’m not sure. He’s a panther—clearly—but with space affinity. I remember overhearing something about an Abomination like this... but this one does not look like an Abomination."
Knight stood motionless before them, shrouded in swirling shadow and faint crimson mist. He made no move to respond, either because he didn’t understand them, or more likely, because he simply didn’t care.
He remained crouched, a low growl rumbling from his chest, claws tapping rhythmically against the floor. The shadows at his feet pulsed, alive, waiting.
One of the Masters moved first, vanishing in a blink and reappearing behind Knight, blade already swinging down toward his back. But the attack sliced only air. Knight had already vanished into the shadows.
The second Master turned instinctively.
Knight reappeared behind him, horn glowing with compressed energy. A black beam of concentrated force and shadows fired straight and, in the blink of an eye, vanished—teleported mid-flight.
The beam reappeared inches away from the third Master’s chest.