Shadow Slave

Chapter 315

In the cold light of dawn, a gargantuan crimson tower was rising from the Labyrinth. From this distance, it looked like a bloodied sword that some primordial titan had thrust into the heavens.

The crimson coral streamed from its walls like the blood of gods, spreading out from the base of the Spire to devour all of the Forgotten Shore. The tower itself seemed to stand on an island, which was surrounded from all sides by black water. Even though the sun was already climbing up, this part of the cursed sea did not disappear.

Instead, it lingered and moved endlessly, forming a giant whirlpool. Unclear shapes could be seen moving under the surface of the black water, drowning the hearts of humans who dared to approach the Spire with dread.

Sunny looked up, at the endless expanse of the crimson tower, and paled. Upclose, it looked even more ominous, oppressive, and terrifying. He struggled to believe that this cyclopean structure had been built by human hands, let alone that it had been their salvation once, a long time ago.

Now, the Crimson Spire looked nothing but twisted, eerie, and utterly evil. It emanated a sense of harrowing power that no human could ever hope to challenge.

And yet, this was exactly what they were going to do.

Turning away, he glanced at the camp of the Dreamer Army.

For the past week, the five hundred of them had traversed the Labyrinth to reach this place. Some had perished along the way, but not as many as he had expected. For that short journey, luck had been on their side.

In these days, they had slaughtered countless Nightmare Creatures and somehow managed to avoid attracting the wrath of the dwellers of the deep. They had seen the headless statue of the Lord that stood halfway between the Dark City and the Crimson Spire, and many other wondrous and terrible things.

And now, they had almost reached their goal.

People were busy preparing for the battle. The dread they had felt at dawn, after looking at the Crimson Spire, which was now so close, turned into grim determination and resolve. Everyone was making final preparations. Some were checking their armor and weapons for the last time. Some were hurriedly building makeshift fortifications.

Some were praying, begging the dead gods to save their lives.

Truth be told, Sunny was the only person who appeared to be idle.

Well, what did they expect? Nephis still had not told him what exactly his role in the battle was going to be. Not that he was obligated to listen, of course…

With a sigh, he turned to the other members of the cohort, who were gathered around a fire, discussing the plan of the battle for the hundredth time. Everyone seemed uncharacteristically somber today.

left to join in the preparations. Soon, Changing Star

bit of reluctance, Sunny approached her and sat down, staring at the fire. After a while,

is very strange,

him and

also remained exactly the same. She was still calm and confident, with ivory skin and beautiful silver hair.

just that her eyes seemed a bit hollow

"What is?"

Sunny shrugged.

to me a year ago, I would

lingered for a

come very far.

at Cassie, who was busy explaining something to the Artisan representatives.

while, Nephis

we just need to make

for a bit, thinking about how this final step was going to be the hardest yet. Incomparably

Then, Sunny sighed:

how you kept avoiding the subject for these past

then looked at him with white sparks dancing in

really small

Crimson Spire, hesitated for a while, and then suddenly

"...Give me your hand."

runes and looked at them, already knowing what he was going to see. And there it was, listed among his

Oath Key: [7].

the rest. And now,

looking at the cyclopean tower, Nephis

destroy the dark sea. Or

Sunny grinned.

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