Chapter 315. Requiem (3)
In a world drained of all color, a lone young man emerged, carrying the only hue in sight. And that young man looked astonishingly like Caron—almost as if he was the latter's reflection.
The moment he appeared...
Chwarrrrk!
The blackness that lingered along the horizon lunged forward like a predator closing in on prey.
The young man's eyes gleamed as he glared at the oncoming darkness, his gaze brimming with a deep, unrelenting hatred. In a world where everything had been rendered meaningless, his hatred burned brighter than anything else.
"Let's deal with this first," the young man said as he swung a blade glowing with a dark bluish hue. It was unmistakably Guillotine.
Slash!
A wave-like slash burst forth from his Guillotine, halting the advance of the darkness. From him emanated the vastness of an immeasurable ocean—an ocean that had passed beyond the eighth sea to become one.
The 9-Star mana clashed head-on with the blackness.
Crash!
But even that overwhelming mana couldn't erase the darkness entirely. It only managed to push it back a little, forcing it to retreat to a more distant spot.
"Listen carefully. We don't have much time," the young man said.