I Can Copy And Evolve Talents

Chapter 675: The Artificial Dungeon [Part 1]



Black Mamba stepped forward, his presence almost intangible, as if the shadows themselves bent to his will. His form wavered slightly, flickering between solid and incorporeal, like a phantom tethered to the edges of reality. He inclined his head slightly, his featureless face focused on Northern.

"As you command," came the low, hollow reply, a voice that seemed to echo within the room rather than emerge from him directly.

Northern lifted the sledgehammer onto his shoulder, feeling its reassuring weight.

The faint hum of soul essence pulsing within the grooves seemed to resonate with his every step as he moved toward the exit of the smithy.

The air outside was crisp and cool, carrying the distant rustle of leaves and the faint chirp of nocturnal creatures. The serene calm of the night contrasted sharply with the fiery passion rising in Northern's mind.

"Lead the way," Northern said, his tone even but laced with an undertone of authority.

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