Chapter 415
Ian knew that, in this world, darkness meant more than just the absence of light.
The same was true for the blackish-blue tide sweeping over the Wolves now. It wasn't just engulfing them—it was pushing back the dim light of the demonic realm itself, as though consuming its faint illumination.
"Stay low," Ian whispered as he spread his cloak, shielding Lucia beneath it. However, contrary to his words, he straightened his posture and stood firm.
The darkness rushed over him the next moment.
Swoosh.
Of course, the darkness had no effect on Ian. It only left behind a fleeting sensation of coolness and stickiness, the unique feel of refined chaos.
—Now that is a delicious darkness.
Yog whispered in delight as the black horse beneath Ian shuddered and growled.
Ian’s vision, momentarily swallowed by the shadow, quickly cleared again. The deep blue darkness that had surged past them was already beginning to dissipate.
Glancing at Diana, who had flattened herself against the ground in disgust, Ian muttered, "You alive?"
"Yeah. Thanks to you." Lucia's voice slipped out from beneath his cloak. Ian nodded briefly before turning his attention forward again.