Rift Closed

Both light and darkness could damage shadows.

As a god, shadows were merely one of Mask's many divine authorities, so sunlight could only force him out of the shadows; it could not cause him any substantial harm.

The Shadow Dragon, however, was different. He was a shadow creature formed entirely from shadows, so Pippin's Solar Summoning had inflicted extremely heavy damage on him!

Under the sunlight containing terrifying power, the dragon head in midair had been evaporated in countless places, like boiling water, and had shrunk considerably. Although shadows still roiled across its entire body, an extremely tiny area at the junction of its chin and neck had revealed something different.

Unlike the other parts, that spot was smooth, as if someone had wiped the shadows flat there.

And at that very moment, Landen's gaze was fixed on it!

"A nascent dragon isn't afraid of gods? You dared to cross realms with your true body and core on your first trip. Did you think that, over here, you would be just as strong as you are in the Shadow Realm—even stronger than the gods?"

Landen rubbed his chin and muttered to himself, while his eyes grew increasingly bright with avarice.

The massive evaporation of the shadows was naturally a huge injury to the Shadow Dragon. However, it did not cause him nearly as much pain as it would have caused a human. Of course, no one could communicate with him and ask what it felt like, but if it had to be described, it was probably like having one's hair cut—except that it also came with his body shrinking and his power weakening.

Simply put, this kind of injury could not make the Shadow Dragon hate Pippin all that much.

Thus, the moment Mask was forced out of the shadows,