The frenzied, savage shadow energy, swollen to an immense scale by drawing on all of Dawn City, completely engulfed the vault before surging toward the surface.
Boom!
Boom, boom!
Another series of explosions thundered.
In Dawn City, the Saint Seanda Royal Family's palace vanished.
Not just the palace, but the square before it where military reviews and banquets were held, the nearby barracks housing the imperial guards, the twenty-four adjoining arrow towers, and every building in the Inner City vanished with it.
A crater a hundred meters deep and over a thousand meters across appeared in the ground.
The lingering shadow energy continued to rage, whipping up gusts of bone-chilling wind.
The black cloak was completely gone, the dark red leather armor was in tatters, and only half of the demon crest remained.
Blood trickled from the Burning Marquis's mouth.
He had Reinhold by the neck. The residual heat of the Demon Flame made Reinhold feel suffocation and death closing in, but the Burning Marquis lacked the strength to tighten his grip any further.
Because...
A longsword formed entirely of shadows had pierced the Burning Marquis's chest.
After several changes, with his target now clear, how could Reinhold not have made preparations specifically to counter him?
Especially after acquiring this body of Reinhold's.
Such preparations had become inevitable.
But Reinhold was far from unscathed.
Even with a brand-new body and a powerful bloodline of limitless potential, he was on the verge of death.
Reinhold knew what condition he was in.
He knew he needed to rest and take a healing potion, but he did not dare release his grip on the shadow sword.
Because he knew perfectly well that the moment he relaxed, he would die.
"Didn't expect this, did you?"
With his throat in the Burning Marquis's grip, Reinhold