Amber Dragon used his powers to plunge one of the world's largest cities into a state where it could never reach the darkness of night.
However, time continues to flow in the outside world, so the longer time stagnates in Twilight Capital, the more disconnected it becomes from the rest of the world, making it even more difficult to maintain.
This feels like a factory's sewage pipe being forcibly blocked. Although it may not appear that a single drop of water is being discharged, wastewater is actually accumulating all the time.
The same is true of Twilight Capital.
If the power of the Amber Dragon cannot grow indefinitely, then sooner or Twilight Capital time will break through the shackles of amber, just as water pressure breaks through a blockage, bringing night back to this city that symbolizes the majesty of the Twin Kings.
But now, Vanessa has found a good place for the darkness that has been suppressed for more than half a century: the Demon Realm.
It's like someone saying, "Why not just dump the wastewater openly? The ocean seems quite spacious."
Amber Dragon clearly thought this method was good, so he compressed the darkness that had been stagnant and accumulated for decades, finally condensing it into a pure darkness that could last for ten seconds and almost cover the entire Demon Realm.
Darkness is York's domain.
The Demon Realm, the Battlefield.
York found a weakness in [ Divine Wings ]'s animation; in other words, he figured out the skill's startup and recovery animation.
Seeing Rosalind completely suppressed, he immediately called out the name of his blood relative— Vanessa.
Unlike Hall, Vanessa, the " Domination " and one of the Seven Progenitors, actually had a good reputation among her blood relatives. In York's memory, she had never broken her word and had even tried to unite the entire race on several occasions.
But that's the wicked nature of vampires. They despise morally bankrupt figures like Hall, and they also despise morally upright figures like Vanessa.
Rosalind, in particular, held Vanessa in utter contempt, often mocking her for being "pickled" by humans.
To a vampire, such words are like a human calling another human stupid—they're still somewhat offensive.
Before this, York hadn't paid much attention to such things.
After all, I'm a vampire, so I can do whatever I want, right?
But at this moment, he was truly grateful to Vanessa for keeping her promise.
The battle began around noon today and has just entered the afternoon.
After being baptized by water curtains, blood rain, and ice shells, the entire battlefield was once again shrouded in the light of [ Divine Wings ].
[ Divine Wings ] throws a group flashbang at the center of the battlefield every few seconds, regardless of whether it's their own people or the enemy who get flashed more.
Although the sun in the sky wasn't exactly blazing, it still hung high in the sky, providing its light.
With the combined effect of these two factors, the brightness of the entire battlefield remained at a relatively high level.
However, the instant York finished speaking, the entire battlefield, no, the entire Demon Realm, was engulfed in turmoil, and the sky changed dramatically.
The clock seemed to have been sped up countless times, and even the setting sun was just a single frame away.
In an instant that no one could perceive, the entire battlefield was plunged into endless darkness.
This darkness shrouded not only this battlefield, but everything within sight and within the reach of Psionic Energy perception.
The Demon Realm, which covered an area of one-fifth to one-quarter of the entire continent, was plunged into complete and utter darkness at this moment.
York summoned Vanessa the instant [ Divine Wings ] launched its attack.
The timing of the darkness's Descent coincided precisely with the moment the [ Divine Wings ] orb exploded beside Rosalind.
The two combined caused the photosphere and the sun to extinguish simultaneously.
It's like [ Divine Wings ] unleashed a powerful attack that extinguished the lights on the battlefield; no one even realized what was happening.
Moreover, even if they reacted, it was useless. According to York's observation, it took about eight seconds for [ Divine Wings ] to complete the charging of the next light ball after launching one light ball.
It's certainly possible to launch in a shorter time, but that would reduce the power.
So the next eight seconds are the solo performance time for the World of Disorder.
York was like a bacterium that had fallen into a petri dish; its viscous, black, ink-like body was like a blanket, curling up, spreading out, curling up again, and spreading out again.
The aura of darkness and death was no longer concealed; it permeated the entire battlefield without any attempt at disguise, like a killer's proclamation.
The outward display of murderous intent serves as both a deterrent and a cover-up.
What are assassins most afraid of?
Of course, they were met with a righteous mob attack.
The most crucial psychological element is that most of the people on the group fighting actually know very well that the assassin is not there to kill them.
Since they're not here to kill you, you can fight freely, just like a tank standing in front of the carry in a team fight.
York is now working to dismantle the possibility of such a thing happening.
When everyone thinks the assassin is there to kill them, no one wants to be a tank anymore.
Hundreds of thousands of skeletons and Blood Corpse across the battlefield, regardless of Low Tier High Tier or whether they possessed the ability to see in the dark, all felt a chill run down their spines at that moment.
Even the players' status bars now have an ineffective "Locked" buff.
York instantly ignited the fear deep within the creature's heart, and taking advantage of this fleeting moment, York sped off in one direction.
For an assassin, finding their former prey is as easy as a shark smelling blood...
On the edge of the battlefield, at the bottom of the river.
[ Whale Tail ] is resting here, recovering its life while only using Rosalind's True Blood to assist in reporting enemy positions.
Her finger bones slowly traced across her back; although there was no flesh, she could still feel the scar.
A bone groove, cut by a dark blade, begins on the shoulder blade on the upper left side of the [ Whale Tail ]'s back, diagonally across the spine, and finally disappears at the lower right side of the pelvis.
As for the depth of the alveolar groove, it exceeds more than half the thickness of the bone, and in some places it has even penetrated through.
If I had reacted even a fraction slower, allowing that dark blade to linger inside me for just a moment longer, I might already be...
Darkness descended suddenly, and [ Whale Tail ] instantly realized something was wrong. Looking up at the water's surface, it realized that it was completely dark.
It's clearly daytime, how could this be...?
[ Whale Tail ] was startled, and unpleasant memories resurfaced.
She turned sharply to look at the riverbed and, sure enough, saw a shadow Spread towards her.
They're really here? Then let's fight again!
A fish bone that forms part of the tail fin appeared in [ Whale Tail ]'s hand. She already knew York's weakness, so she planned to solidify her glowing ice sword immediately.
However, in the next moment, she saw that her right hand had silently separated from her right arm.