Chapter 299


    Sveinny wounded on the ground, scarcely believing he had been gravely injured by vin once


    again. Twice ambushed, twice thoroughly defeated—with no suspense to the oues! But now


    was not the time for such thoughts. His body was chilled, his spirit unsettled, for in thatst moment,


    it wasn''t just defeat he faced, but a brush with death. He was utterly convinced that had vin''s


    sword swerved, but a fraction more, it would have cleaved off his head.


    "Sveinn!" Erica cried out in shock. Her focus on conjuring illusions was so intense that she failed to


    grasp the full extent of what had happened.


    With great effort, Sveinn propped himself up. "Leave me! Defeat him! He has cast over a dozen


    Combat Magic spells. His magic must be nearly spent."


    "You hide first..." Erica began, her resolve hardening when suddenly, she felt the hairs on her body


    stand on end. A sinister premonition flitted through her mind, followed by an overwhelming sense of


    danger enveloping her!


    It wasn''t just her—all present felt a chilling dread, as if enveloped by a bone-piercing murderous


    aura.


    vin stood amidst the ruins of the beast pit, hands sped over his chest, fingers rigidly


    intertwined. A ck vortex rapidly took shape before him, and deep within the swirl, a glossy ck


    dagger emerged—no wider than a thumb, no longer than a finger, its body cold and ck like a tiny


    void. The dagger exuded a frigid, soul-shaking chill and a piercing murderous intent that enveloped


    Erica''s entire being.


    "The Shadowbringer?!" The Citadel Protégés frowned in unison, their attention gravely fixed. They


    had heard the most rumors about vin''s dagger while in the Capital. It was said to be formed


    entirely of vin''s murderous intent, capable of assaulting one''s soul and rendering the victim


    utterly incapable of battle upon contact. It was with Shadowbringer that vin had defeated


    Cedrick, the heir of the Iron family, iming the glory of the top five in The sh of Eight Orders.


    Frozen in ce, Erica felt the cold touch of death for the first time, drawing so near. She gazed


    unwittingly at the ck dagger, which seemed to gaze back, grinning viciously at her like a


    diminutive grim reaper. The world seemed to fall silent, and her own muffled heartbeat was the only


    sound in her ears.


    "Erica! Dodge it!" Sveinn''s voice pierced her trance.


    With a start, Erica snapped back to reality. Shadowbringer, had it beguiled her? Her myriad copies


    chanted in unison, unleashing a vast and terrifying destructive Hallucination Craft across the beast


    pit, assailing the minds of all present, and attempting to breach even vin''s defenses.


    "From the Nortnds, I am the Shadowlord''s Messenger, vin. Let me demonstrate!" vin


    whispered, reasserting the title of the Shadowlord’s Messenger. His hands suddenly opened, and


    with a ng, the Shadowbringer surged forth, a wave of intangible murderous intent sweeping


    across the arena, bringing with it endless chill and dispersing torrents of killing aura. For a moment,


    it seemed as if the Shadowlord''s realm of death itself was about to manifest.


    Puff, puff, puff—Erica''s copies were extinguished in an instant, vanishing without a trace, as the


    skyful of destructive illusions dissipated like a storm clearing the clouds. Before the realm of the


    Shadowlord, all illusions were nothing but child''s y!


    Erica''s real body retreated in shock, but the Shadowbringer appeared before her as if traversing


    space, bringing endless cold and darkness, erging her view, and striking her forehead. She was


    flung backward as if struck by lightning. Though the Shadowbringer had no physical form, its potent


    murderous intent threw her through the air. Mid-flight, Erica''s consciousness spun wildly, as if falling


    into an endless abyss of cold, despair, and helpless panic, or plummeting onto a battlefield of death


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    Erica let out a piercing scream, a sound of despair from the abyss, a struggle against the grasping


    hands on the battlefield. This momentary experience would undoubtedly leave an indelible shadow


    upon her.


    Thud! Erica hit the ground, eyes wide, her mouth agape, and her face etched with terror. She still


    breathed buty motionless, as if still lost in boundless despair and darkness.


    At that moment, everyone held their breath, and the vast beast pit fell deathly silent.


    Such was the power of the Shadowbringer!


    The Citadel Protégés stared at the fallen Erica, her agonized scream echoing in their ears.


    Was that a dagger? Or was it death itself?


    The three Elders furrowed their brows deeply. Had vin truly condensed his killing aura into a


    physical de? How had he done it, with Combat Magic?


    They felt both astonishment and confusion—no wonder he had subdued his opponents at The


    sh of Eight Orders. With this single de, he had earned a title among the heroes of the Royal


    Realm.