Chapter 102: The Wanderer Who Laughs (2)

Darkness Angel tilted his head.

"Quite bold of you," he mused, voice as calm as the abyss. "This form of yours."

The domain shifted.

No..

It obeyed.

A whisper of his will, a command that was not spoken, and the flickering darkness began to shift.

The white struggled. The ash recoiled.

And then, in an instant...

The void won.

It surged, swallowing the light, pulling everything into its endless, devouring abyss.

Darkness Angel raised a hand.

The world, the neverending domain trembled.

And from the darkness, so dark that nothing could be seen....

Blades.

They did not appear. They did not materialize.

They had always been there.

Infinite, stretching beyond the concept of space, beyond time, beyond even the domain itself.

And then...

Arrows.

Not formed. Not summoned.

Only revealed.

Darker than void.

Endless.