- In Shadow Realm.
The small island of pure darkness trembled beneath him.
The waves of the shadow ocean lapped at the shores, swirling and shifting like an endless liquid of void.
The sky above was a vast emptiness, pulsing with an unseen force.
And from the horizon, they came.
Hundreds. No, thousands.
Crawling, gliding, slithering, they came in every way possible, as if some great power was commanding them to move.
An endless army of darkness, their bodies formless, it's like The very will of the Shadow World had gathered to reject his presence.
Taufik stood firm, katana in hand. The only light in this abyss came from his blade, pulsing with the aura of his SwordMagic Technique: Light Form.
This was not a battle for survival.
It was a battle for dominion.
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From afar, Taufik could hear the sound of waves crashing, not water, but an ocean of shadows, shifting and writhing like a living thing.
