Sylen's eyes widened as he realized the behemoth standing at the center of the arena had disappeared.
His strategy had been simple:
Let the shadow knights handle the clones while he faced the Archfiend himself, backed by Noctherion.
That was the plan.
But...
The Archfiend had other ideas.
With a sizzling blitz, the fiend moved—and the moment it did, the world shook.
BOOM!
A thunderous crack split the air as shockwaves blasted outward, the pressure alone sending lesser shadow summons flying like debris in a hurricane.
Varkos had vanished.
In Sylen's vision, the fiend disappeared—one frame to the next.
Then reappeared.
Right in front of him.
Cackling with lightning.
Void energy arced across Varkos' monstrous body as it raised its enormous blade and swung with devastating force.
The strike came from above, aiming to cleave him in half.
But Sylen, though shaken, didn't move.
He didn't need to.
Noctherion had already reacted.
