Necromancer Of The Shadows

Chapter 1238 Who Are You?

Chapter 1238  Who Are You?

As the mist covering the two people completely disappeared, Evan was finally able to see their true appearance.

The man in front of him was approximately 200 centimetres tall, with shoulder-length golden hair, green eyes, sharp, pointy ears, and a handsome face that could be described by only one word— Perfect!

Previously, he couldn't sense the man's aura, but now that the mist shrouding him had vanished, he could feel a strong vitality and life aura radiating from him—as if he were gazing at the Tree of Life itself, which he had encountered before entering the Blood Dungeon.

On the other hand, the woman stood nearly 300 centimetres tall with flowing jet black hair. Two demonic black horns, glowing with an eerie light, jutted out from both sides of her head. Her voluptuous figure was clad in beast skin clothing, as though she had emerged from a primitive tribe. Strange patterns—that looked like tribal tattoos were engraved on the right side of her face, and she wore a cold expression.

Completely opposite to the man's vitality-filled aura, the woman radiated an aura of decay and death.

When Evan heard the words of the black figure—telling him about the identities of the two people, his breath caught in his throat, and his eyes widened in shock.

"The Progenitor of the Elves and the Progenitor of Demons," He muttered in a low voice, his voice filled with disbelief, still finding it hard to accept.

Suddenly, Evan noticed something, and his expression changed once again.

Before entering the Blood Dungeon, he had killed a bulky man who was the essence clone of someone.

While fighting against him, Evan had sensed a demonic aura emanating from the man, but it felt slightly different from the typical demonic energy he had encountered from demons in Utopia.

At first, he thought the man might be the essence clone of a half-demon, which could explain why his aura differed from other demons.

But now, as he looked at Lesentra—the Progenitor of Demons—he felt the same aura emanating from her. Although her aura was far stronger than the bulky man's, he could clearly sense the similarities between the two.

"Was the essence clone I killed outside hers?" He asked in a low voice, looking at the two with cold eyes.

The black figure seemed stunned for a moment when it heard Evan's question but it quickly shook its head and pointed toward Lesentra.

"She is a woman, and the essence clone you killed outside belonged to a man," It replied in a strange tone, thinking that Evan had lost his mind after knowing the identity of the two people.

Evan frowned upon hearing this but didn't entirely agree.

As a Rank Three Core Evolver, he also possessed the ability to create essence clones, though he had never used it because his skill—Shadow Clone—was far superior.

Creating shadow clones did not weaken his original power, and even if they were destroyed, it wouldn't affect him. Consequently, he had never seen the need to create an essence clone.

However, even though he never created an essence clone, he understood the process well enough to know that it wasn't difficult to alter an essence clone's gender during creation.

For this reason, the black figure's argument—that the bulky man wasn't Lesentra's essence clone simply because he was male—sounded like utter nonsense to him.

When the black figure noticed Evan's expression, it seemed to understand what he was thinking and shook its head before speaking again.

"If it was an essence clone of Lesentra—a Progenitor—do you truly believe you could have destroyed it so easily?"

Evan fell silent at this. Although he was confident in his strength, he wouldn't claim to be invincible in front of the essence clone of a Progenitor. After all, unlike Lesentra, who stood at the pinnacle of power, he was still growing and had yet to unlock all his latent memories—memories that might help him face ancient beings who had lived for countless aeons.

Just as he began to believe that he was overthinking things, the black figure said something that left him utterly stunned.

"The essence clone you destroyed wasn't Lesentra's. It was the essence clone of Mythrenor—the Progenitor of the Elves."

Evan stared at the black figure with an unreadable expression, his mind racing. After a moment of silence, he took a deep breath and spoke in a barely audible voice.

"Can you explain to me what the f*** is going on?"

The black figure remained silent for a moment as if contemplating how to respond. Just when Evan began to think it might say something useful, the figure shook its head and replied in a helpless voice.

"Actually, I don't know what is going on either."

Swish!

A black-golden light flashed, and before the black figure could react, the tip of the Halberd of Destruction was mere centimetres from its throat.

"Are you messing with me?" Evan spoke coldly.

"Wait! Wait! Wait!" The black figure shouted in a panicked voice, staring at the glowing halberd tip radiating endless destructive energy.

Evan didn't withdraw the halberd and continued to glare at the black figure, waiting for it to speak further.

"I truly don't know what happened to Mythrenor or how he gained an aura similar to Lesentra's," The black figure said hurriedly. "But I can assure you, the essence clone you destroyed outside definitely belonged to him."

Evan's frown deepened as he studied the black figure. From its voice and demeanor, Evan didn't feel like it was lying, which made him even more confused.

There were countless questions he wanted to ask such as—how the black figure could be so certain the essence clone belonged to Mythrenor, why it was showing him this memory again, why it had sent him to Azragoth World, and much more. But before all of that, there was one question he had been wanting to ask for a long time.

"Who are you? And what are you planning by telling me all these things?"