They Say I'm a Fanatical Light Butcher, and So Am I

They Say I'm a Fanatical Light Butcher, So Let Me Clarify: I'm Not Fanatical

When Eclipse's eternal night silently descended, it did not immediately draw the attention of those locked in fierce battle within Castle Nathria.

They all longed to kill their enemies at once, leaving them no time to notice whether the light around the battlefield had changed. Only the sharp-eyed sensed that something was wrong immediately, but they were given no more time to react. A few moments later, every light in Castle Nathria was "extinguished."

The flames still burned, yet they no longer gave off light or heat. Those fires that had lost their "life" danced as they turned into black ash. The shadows in the palace grew, screamed, and spread.

They had been granted a gluttonous hunger, eagerly waiting to punish and devour every fool who rashly stepped into the darkness.

Those closest to the windows looked outside, only to be startled by the black sun in the sky. That blazing sun had been reduced to a pale corona, hanging in the heavens like a merciless black eye, coldly scrutinizing the insects below.

They saw the Eclipse, and in the next instant, the Light of Life was taken from them. One after another, they fell stiffly like stones, the dull thuds echoing all around.

The unconvinced Venthyr did not seem to realize what kind of indifferent power they faced. Under the Stoneborns' fierce assault, they still used nimble Crimson Doors to dart back and forth through the shadows, hoping to find an opening for victory.

Yet amid the Stonewright's shouted order for the Stoneborn to retreat at once, the former Night Warrior stared at the darkness around her as it came alive, horror in her eyes.

She keenly noticed that the Venthyr who slipped into the