The first wave had been defeated.
The black world had fallen silent once again.
Nero stood alone beneath the endless darkness, his sword resting loosely in his hand.
Around him, countless shadows slowly dispersed.
The remnants of the army he had created during the previous battle dissolved into the ground, returning to the darkness from which they had been born.
Nero looked at the fading shadows.
He had learned a great deal.
He had learned how to create servants.
How to absorb Darkness from defeated enemies.
How to manipulate the Law through his sword.
How to reinforce his body with Darkness.
And, most importantly—
He had learned that Darkness wasn't simply another element.
It was something far more complex.
Something that could change according to the will of its wielder.
Nero had only begun to understand it.
Then—
Someone appeared.
His eyes narrowed.
A woman stood several dozen meters away.
Nero recognized her immediately.
Nyx.
Or rather—
A clone of Nyx.
