Bab 330: The Paradox of Self

Fuming smoke billowed in Ebon's bastion, the stench of melting metal and carbonised rocks permeating the air.

Pieces of black alloy, once imposing armors protecting mighty tier-five existences, covered the plaza's dark stone.

In the middle of the carnage stood a three-meter-tall armor. Entirely made of mana, mixing elemental affinities cleverly, it exuded a sense of lethal beauty with its rough yet colorful design.

Milky white energy coursed through the channels like blood, alimenting the metallic carcass with potent solar energy.

Elemental blade inspiring majesty and doom extended from its gauntlets in a canvas of different tints, illuminating the gloomy bastion with a bit of life.

"HAHAHA! You don't mock me anymore?"

Encased in his mana suit, Adam laughed, ridiculing his mysterious copy seated on his intricate throne.