Chapter 572 Nothing Special
A small mountain of corpses formed around Nial as he moved between his opponents nimbly. He predicted the trajectory of the beasts' movements and their attacks and moved accordingly, deflecting them with ease.
His seemingly simple counterattacks mostly consisted of thrusts and slashes. There was nothing special about the thrusts and slashes, which was something that couldn't be said about the power that accompanied his attacks. Nial was in possession of a tremendous amount of dark energy and given the essence of the Weaponry of Ten Thousand Nights technique, the same could be said about Damian.
The Late God of Darkness might not have been in possession of a Heart of Darkness but his Darkness Sea had been overflowing with dark energy, just like his body was flooded with dark energy as well. Every cell in the body of the Late God of Darkness had been filled with no other energy than his dark energy. It enhanced Damian's strength drastically and it allowed him to make use of the dark energy in ways that could only be considered a waste of precious energy.
A second, much stronger impact was created with the use of dark energy the moment the first impact was created. That way, the first impact could be considered a means to shatter the defenses of the opponent or weaken it at the very least, while the second impact turned into a means to use the tiny gap in the opponent's defense and cause tremendous damage.
If Nial were to slash at his opponent in a wide arc, the entire arc would be filled with dark energy and shot at his opponent the moment his attack impacted. That was something Nial had achieved some mastery of since his control of dark energy was exceptional. At the same time, he was in possession of even more dark energy than the Late God of Darkness, if his guess was not way off the mark.
That was also the reason why Nial ended up using his dark energy generously and was even less bothered about his energy consumption than Damian had been. At least that was what Nial presumed from the memories he had received a while ago. The memories clearly showed how Damian had been using the Weaponry of Ten Thousand Nights martial arts technique. Thus, Nial knew very well how to use it and where Damian's limitations lay.
Nial didn't possess the same limits since he was in possession of several abilities that could be used to increase the potency of his dark energy even if he were to exclude the Essence of Darkness.
Vengeance of Chaos and the Blood Eclipse Moon ability were such abilities. Furthermore, he could multitask very well, which was also owed to the Curse, Hodur's Heir. Hodur's Heir reinforced his senses manyfold. This reinforcement included his perception of Mana.
His Innate ability, and Mana Sense, increased his perception of Mana as well. Combining their potency, Nial could control his surrounding mana without even actively thinking about it. He could easily exert the Vortex of Abyss technique while simultaneously spreading out his domain of darkness.
It was no problem for Nial to absorb the surrounding Mana through his Vortex of Abyss ability and convert it into dark energy which he would then use to defeat more and more opponents.
The formless Shadowmancer Dexter simply observed Nial's fight without doing anything. He observed the battlefield and saw how Nial exerted several techniques at the same time while his dark energy never decreased. Nial wasn't doing this intentionally but he only used as much dark energy as he replenished. His storage never went below a certain point.
As long as he wasn't fighting desperately, he would never use the storage of dark energy from his Heart of Darkness either.
[He is nothing special compared to the late Master, or how strong I've been in the past. Do I really have to follow someone like him? Will he lead us to our doom rather than his enemies?] Shadowmancer Dexter mumbled to himself as he continued to watch Nial's battle.
He was not impressed by what he saw, except for the fact that Nial's dark energy had already fully replenished after he used a tremendous amount of dark energy to summon him. Dexter clearly remembered how he had been pulled out of the everlasting ice that was supposed to seal him in place until the end of time. He knew that the God of Darkness had sealed all of his devils, for reasons best known to him alone and he could also tell that Nial's control of dark energy was decent.
Nial was not bad for a newborn that had yet to reach the age of 100, but that was already it.
[You shouldn't underestimate our new master. Master Damian was certainly better with his dark energy, but Nial is different.] The Tyrant of Destruction heard the Shadowmancer's mumbling and he cautioned Dexter from saying anything further against Nial.
Tyrant didn't have a favorable opinion of the Shadowmancer, from the beginning, but it was not as if he could beat him into a pulp right now. That was not how it worked!
Dexter's ruby-like eyes emerged on the surface of the shapeless mass of darkness and shadows. The Shadowmancer's eyes stared intently at Tyrant, who had never shown signs of desiring to talk to him before he diverted his focus back to Nial.
[Is that so…?]
Shadowmancer Dexter didn't feel much about Tyrant's words, but the little things he got to know from the attitude and expression on the face of the formerly crippled Titan were certainly worth a tinge of interest.
With that in mind, Dexter spread out his senses. He harvested the shadows of the dead and pulled parts of their souls toward himself as well.
Without much difficulty, the Shadows of the deceased materialized. They took the shape of their former vessel and stopped moving after their body had formed to the fullest. It was almost as if statues made of shadows had been formed since the shadows were unmoving.
It was only when the voice of the Shadowmancer resounded that the eyes of the Shadows seemed to gain life.
And with that, the hunt began!