Dual-Domain Stacking

Bzzz!

A strange hum rang out.

Dago looked up. Behind Jarliden, high above, a vast, bizarre phantom of a black insect Soul Imprint had formed. The insects gave off shadowy black mist that swallowed the light, while the mist swirled around Jarliden like flowing ribbons of shadow.

Powerful energy surged from Jarliden and fused with his Second Circle Mental Force Field. It drew in the attention fixed on him from every direction, forming a presence that was his alone. He had taken complete control of the arena, as though he were its sole master.

Dense black markings lit up across Jarliden's pale neck. He raised a hand, and the countless insects behind him flew out.

The black insects swiftly assembled in midair, forming enormous crescent-shaped Shadow Scythes. Dark energy particles gathered from the air, spreading into a thick black mist.

A terrifying field of spell energy expanded. Dozens of Shadow Scythes flickered within the rapidly spreading mist, like the sharp claws of a vicious monster striking silently from hiding.

Within a few breaths, shadowy mist covered the entire arena. Jarliden stood above it, every Shadow Scythe concealed within the mist aimed at Dago below, their man-devouring edges gleaming silently.

But Jarliden did not attack at once. He looked down at Dago from above, his gaze indifferent. "Do you have any idea?"

The mist beneath his feet churned, and the half-visible Shadow Scythes vanished into it. The danger hanging in the air mounted sharply. His calm voice turned icy, as though long-suppressed emotion had burst free in a raging torrent.

"How long I've waited for this moment!"

The instant he finished speaking, dozens of darker glints flashed within the mist.

The Shadow Scythes, their power built to its peak, hurtled through the roiling mist and slashed at Dago in unison without