"Boom!"
The cyan flame spear flashed past, blooming with dazzling brilliance on Leomaster's chest.
It wasn't just a flame lance; it was a bullet that shattered weaknesses, a scythe that harvested life!
The flames roared wildly as they bloomed. The thick fog instantly reflected a brilliant cyan glow, as if it too had been ignited, swirling and spreading rapidly outward.
A space devoid of fog suddenly formed in the center of the plaza, filled with scattering flames, heat, and ashes.
"Huff, huff..."
Silas panted, slowly withdrawing his outstretched arm and stopping his attack.
Because there was no need to continue.
The demigod-level "Reaper" and "Weakness Investigation" had successfully activated.
The Black Knight charging forward madly had no defense or evasion, taking the flame spear head-on.
Silas could feel that his opponent's life had truly been reaped by him!
Across from him.
The Saint of Darkness, Leomaster, remained frozen in place, his greatsword raised high.
But the black greatsword had already dissipated, and the shadows at his feet were slowly receding.
The plaza covered in pitch blackness gradually returned to its original appearance.
A terrifying hole pierced straight through his imposing body, completely robbing him of his vitality.
Through the hole, one could see that behind Leomaster, a large fan-shaped area of the ground had been melted by the high temperature.
Semi-fluid slurry steamed with vapor; these were the horrifying traces left behind after being caught by the Hunter's lethal flame spear.
"Crack, crack..."
At the edge of the hole, the pitch-black armor made crisp sounds. Fissures rapidly formed, spreading across the entire suit of armor until finally...
"Crash!"
The entire suit of armor completely shattered into countless fragments that fell away, tumbling messily to the ground and transforming into shadows, like filthy stains.
The Saint of Darkness's true form was thus revealed.
Leomaster looked exactly as Silas had seen him in his dream: wearing a simple linen tunic, his face weathered. Without the armor's support, he looked like a devout, frail ascetic.
The red glow in his eyes had completely faded, no longer as crazed as before.
Was this the kind personality that had split off, or his original self?
The aged ascetic looked down at the hole in his chest, then looked up at Silas.
His pure black eyes held a complex expression.
His mouth moved as if he had much to say, but in the end, he only traced a cross over his chest and sighed:
"Lord..."
His words fell along with his corpse.
The "Saint of Darkness," Leomaster, was dead.
"Whoosh..."
At that moment, Silas suddenly swayed, his face turning extremely pale.
The sound of ocean waves within him grew fainter and fainter, finally disappearing completely at this moment.
Not good!
Get out of here, fast!
He rushed toward Leomaster at full speed, planning to "Travel" away directly with the corpse, because with time so urgent, he couldn't wait for the Beyonder characteristics to slowly precipitate.
However, Silas was ultimately one step too late.
The fog that had been dispersed by the flames had somehow quietly gathered back, refilling the plaza.
Even the corpse just a few meters away couldn't be seen clearly.
It's fine.
Even if I can't see clearly, I still know the approximate location. Silas thought to himself, rushing toward the direction in his memory.
He came to an abrupt stop.
On the other side of the fog, Leomaster's corpse lay on the ground, lying before a vast, boundless mirror.
The reflection of himself was making eye contact with him, face full of astonishment.
Can't be caught in the reflection...
He quickly retreated, trying to get away from the mirror. But something strange happened.
His reflection in the mirror didn't make the same movement.
Instead, it remained standing in place, watching him with a gloomy and melancholic expression.
The next moment.
"Riiip!"
A crisp tearing sound suddenly rang out in his mind.
In an instant, Silas felt a pain like his soul was being torn apart. Even he couldn't help but cry out in agony at this moment.
Amid the intense pain, he seemed to feel something invisible being severed from within his body, causing his emotions to change accordingly!
Immediately after, the [Silas] in the mirror suddenly moved.
"Swish."
He took a step forward.
His ethereal body rapidly solidified in the fog.
Just like that, he broke through the mirror's surface and appeared in the real world.
This mirror person's appearance was identical to Silas's: the same blood-red robe, the same handsome features.
Except compared to Silas's true body, he looked somewhat more melancholic.
"This is... me?"
Silas's brow furrowed tightly as he quickly realized what had happened.
Because he'd lost the protection of the ocean waves, he had been split by the mirror just like the "Saint of Darkness"!
He vigilantly watched every move of the [Silas] opposite him.
The handsome young man who had walked out of the mirror stared at Silas woodenly.
The next moment, he suddenly reached into his gun holster and drew out a gleaming silver-white revolver.
"Swish!"
Just when Silas thought he was about to attack him, intense pain suddenly flooded across his face.
Then he actually pressed the revolver's muzzle against his own temple and pulled the trigger without hesitation!
"Bang!"
The gunshot rang out loudly, echoing through the fog.
What is this guy doing?!
Silas was utterly stunned, watching helplessly as the mirror [Silas]'s head instantly became a pulpy mess of blood and flesh.
However, this guy's severely injured body only swayed in place for a moment before steadying itself, and his mangled head rapidly recovered as well.
He also had the blood and flesh domain ability, just like himself!
"Can't die..."
The mirror [Silas] clutched his head, looking at the revolver and speaking in despair.
A moment later, he looked up at Silas, then, as if he'd made some decision, ran toward the depths of the fog without looking back.
"Boom!"
Flames rose from his body as he quickly disappeared.
"Flaming Jump"?
Another one of my abilities!
"Be careful!"
Ma'am M's figure suddenly materialized, her expression more tense than ever before. "Don't let him get away!"
"I know!"
Silas cursed and transformed into a fireball to give chase.
"What's going on?!"
While flying, Silas shouted to Ma'am M.
"Is that a personality that split off from me?"
For some reason, his emotions had become extremely agitated.
"Very likely... Control yourself. Your personality has split again, and your mental state is very unstable."
Ma'am M answered. "You must resolve him as quickly as possible!"
"Boom!"
In the brief time the two conversed, Silas had already caught up to the fireball ahead.
With a loud explosion, the copy of himself crashed to the ground.
Compared to the original body, this split-off self, though possessing various abilities, seemed much weaker in all of them, just like Leomaster's frail, kind personality compared to the Black Knight's true form.
"Stop!"
Flames and smoke erupted from the mirror [Silas]'s body as he shouted in extreme pain.
"Why are you running away?!"
Silas followed closely behind, revealing his form and coldly demanding an answer.