Ex rank talent Awakening: 100\% Dodge rate-Chapter 315: DOUBLE DIGITS

"What's happening?" Will echoed, his voice tinged with concern as he glanced around the room, sensing the shift in Greg's demeanor like a sudden chill in the air.

"Four beings capable of wielding shadows have appeared," Brian explained, his senses attuned to the dark presences just like Greg's, his words hanging heavy in the charged atmosphere.

"Perhaps he plans to handle them personally," Brian added, his gaze flicking toward the exit where unseen threats loomed.

"Abyss and Sword God, lead the charge through the rift," Greg commanded, his voice authoritative as he delegated with precision. "The copycats will follow your instructions without question."

"Scarlett will be there as well, backed by some of my clones to bolster the front lines," he continued, envisioning the coordinated assault in his mind's eye.

"Conquer as much territory as you can before I catch up. And above all, prioritize your lives, don't throw them away recklessly."

With that, Greg turned and strode away, exiting the palace with purposeful steps that echoed off the marble floors, his dragon wings faintly twitching in anticipation beneath his skin.

"You heard him," Cain said to the group, his resolve hardening as he faced the rift's mesmerizing swirl. "We've got tasks to complete, let's not waste time."

He plunged through the rift without looking back, his form vanishing into the vortex in a flash of displaced air.

The others followed one by one, their movements a synchronized wave of determination, each stepping into the unknown with weapons at the ready and hearts steeled for battle.

Brian, lingering as the last one behind, paused at the edge, his shoulders tense under the weight of unresolved feelings.

"Brian," Elizabeth called out softly before he could fully commit, her voice cutting through the hum of the rift like a gentle plea.

Brian turned toward her, his eyes meeting her cold, emotionless face that masked the turmoil beneath, the courtroom's vast emptiness amplifying the moment between them.

"I'm sorry," she whispered, her words soft and calm, yet carrying the subtle tremor of genuine remorse that softened the edges of her regal composure.

Brian paused there, suspended in silence, no further words exchanged as the air grew thick with unspoken regrets and fractured bonds.

"You betrayed me," he finally said calmly, though his voice trembled with deep-seated anguish and raw pain, echoing faintly in the grand space.

"That's going to be hard to forgive," he added, the admission hanging between them like a fragile thread on the verge of snapping.

"Her face before her death, I can still see it so clearly," he confessed weakly, his broad shoulders slumping under the invisible burden, his eyes distant as haunting memories resurfaced.

And without uttering another syllable, he turned away and passed through the rift, his figure dissolving into the swirling energies, leaving Elizabeth standing solitary in the opulent courtroom, surrounded only by her silent attendants whose presence offered no solace.

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Greg emerged from the castle's grand entrance, his footsteps deliberate on the cobblestone path, only to find four enigmatic beings waiting, each adorned with plain, featureless masks that bore bold digits etched prominently across their surfaces.

"Nemesis," Number 16 intoned coldly, his voice slicing through the tense air like a sharpened blade, his aura erupting in a flare of dark, oppressive power that distorted the surrounding shadows.

"You have been sentenced to death for claiming the lives of one of our own," he declared, the words heavy with finality, as the group stood in formation, their masked faces concealing any hint of emotion amid the empire's restored yet foreboding landscape. 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

Nemesis regarded the group with an icy glare,

eyes brimming with unbridled hatred that seemed to pierce through the air like sharpened blades, casting a palpable chill over the castle's outer courtyard.

"What's with that look of defiance on your face?" Number 16 demanded, his brow furrowing into a deep scowl, clearly irritated by Greg's unyielding expression amid the tense standoff under the overcast sky.

"Let's just get on with this," Greg replied curtly, his voice laced with impatience as he shifted his weight slightly, eager to dispatch the intruders. "I have more pressing matters to attend to."

"19, kill him," Number 16 ordered arrogantly, crossing his arms over his broad chest with a smug tilt of his head, his masked face betraying no concern for the outcome.

Number 19 stepped forward, his scrawny frame moving with eerie silence, twin daggers gripped tightly in his slender hands, their blades glinting ominously in the dim light filtering through the gathering clouds.

Each of his footsteps landed lightly on the cobblestone ground, leaving behind faint imprints of swirling shadows instead of solid footprints, tendrils of darkness coiling and dissipating like smoke in his wake.

"Kikiki," Number 19 cackled menacingly, his voice a high-pitched rasp that echoed unnervingly across the open space.

"Any last words?"

He held his two daggers poised with arms stretched backward, muscles tensing in preparation for a devastating slash, his stance low and predatory like a coiled serpent ready to strike.

"Stay still," Greg commanded in the ancient, resonant tongue of dragons, the words rumbling from his throat with an otherworldly power that vibrated through the air.

Number 19's eyes widened in shock, a wave of overwhelming force crashing over him like an invisible tide, freezing him in place mid-motion.

He struggled desperately to move, his limbs trembling with futile effort, but he found himself utterly immobilized, not even an inch of give in his petrified body.

Greg approached him at a deliberate, unhurried pace, his boots crunching softly on the gravel-strewn path, his expression calm despite the drain on his mana reserves from invoking the dragon's tongue.

Sure, he had expended a significant portion of his magical energy in that single utterance, the familiar tug of fatigue pulling at his core, but he dismissed it without a second thought.

He felt an unshakeable confidence surging through him, a bedrock certainty that it would be more than sufficient to dismantle every one of these foes before him.

Slowly and without haste, paying no mind to the other masked figures who watched in stunned silence, Greg closed the distance to Number 19, the wind rustling his long hair as he moved.