The black aura was nothing like the white or gold light on Kearson's body. They seemed to be completely separate auras but were appearing on the same person's body. That gave Wilbur an idea. Realization dawned upon Wilbur then. Kearson was not actually a good person, and he had probably manifested evil thoughts while cultivating that pure spiritual aura. This had stopped him from improving his powers, and he eventually thought of cultivating evil sorcery to get ahead. Wilbur found it unbelievable that he managed to push himself to this stage. After all, spiritual energy and aura could not coexist with other evil energies, yet there were two different auras coming off Kearson's body at the same time. Wilbur had no choice but to go for it. The left side of Kearson's chest seemed to be his weak spot and attacking it might just kill him. Upon understanding this, Wilbur came sprinting over the moment the Dragon's Safehaven expired while swinging his thunder cleaver. Kearson widen

The golden dragon let out a furious roar as it soared around in the air. In the blink of an eye, the golden dust faded as the dragon aura inside Wilbur was going berserk. Wilbur felt like he had been completely drained of his energy, falling from mid-air and landing paralyzed on the ground. Wilbur looked at pieces of the Shadow King's body. The dragon aura was currently feeding on them, turning them to golden dust before disappearing completely. The jet-black limbs continued to struggle, and the Shadow King's broken fist even clenched itself but quickly dissipated into thin air. Wilbur could feel the energy that had belonged to the Shadow King quickly dissipating, as did the sprawling Domain of the Holy Sword. The white shield of light disappeared as well, and all that could be seen was an endless sea. Wilbur looked down then. Before the white light beneath his feet disappeared, he leaped onto a cargo boat. The first dragon cauldron sat in front of him as Wilbur worked to channel

"Ah, but that's hardly anything." Tracius said, "Protecting them was nothing. What I owe you is much more than that. The dangers in Wearson Valley are far more terrifying than anyone could imagine. Many knew that the Light Armor was in there and longed for it. However, you did not keep it for yourself even after risking your life to acquire it. Instead, you gave the armor to me. I'm forever grateful on behalf of my brother Tracy for that. He's always wanted the Light Armor." "That's alright. You said before that you were only taking care of it for the time being, didn't you? You're going to eventually hand it over to its real chosen one." "Yes, but I'm honestly not really that interested in the armor anymore. Forget it. Let's just talk about the Church of Holy Illuminati instead. As you know, my brother Tracy was the Black Bishop of the church. I'm also a member of the church, you see. I'm not too sure what Light Valley thinks of you, but from what I know, my church has always be

Despite both spirit energy and physical energy being resources that would exhaust themselves and have to be renewed, the Dragon Move draining one's body of spirit energy would cause Wilbur to sink into a deep fatigue in a matter of seconds. Thus, Wilbur could not help but be wary of it. Thus, Wilbur made up his mind to only use the Dragon Move if he was really in a tough spot. It was only the next morning when Wilbur's spirit energy was mostly restored. He opened his eyes and let out a long breath. Just then, there was a knock on the door. Wilbur scrambled to get off his bed, coming up to the door and opening it. Standing there was Bernard Stoli, the vice-captain of the Black Panthers. Bernard got straight to the point. "I've got good news and bad news. Which would you like to hear first?" "The bad news." Bernard smiled. "Why not the good news first?" Wilbur said, "Well, the bad news would give me a good idea of the extent of the situation." Bernard nodded. "The bad n

All eight of the Black Panthers smiled, and it was clear that they thought Wilbur was being ridiculous. Wilbur was confused. "Is there really no way to stop the Shadow King from coming to this world?" "Well, there is one way," said Perry. "If someone can talk Locke out of sacrificing himself, that would work. However, Locke just lost the one reason he suffered through all that pain for so many decades. Now that Hart is dead, changing Locke's mind will be nearly impossible." "Maybe I could give it a try? Molton's already dead, and he killed Hart. Locke's already avenged his son, and he should let go of his hatred now. Locke can't just screw all of Rostead over just for his own selfish reasons." Bernard chuckled. "Sure, you can give it a try if you think you can do it. We'll handle the Shadow King's clones while you're at it. As long as we find all of the Shadow King's clones and kill them before it gets dark, the Shadow King will not come to this world." "Hang on." Wilbur fu