Shadow Slave

Chapter 348

Sunny lay on the ground, gulping air like a dying fish. It felt as though he was drowning.

His body was a map of pain. He couldn't even remember how many injuries he had received… there was the gash in his side left by Caster's jian, the gruesome wound that almost severed his clavicle, the long cut across his ribs… and many smaller ones.

But he was still alive.

He was still able to fight.

He was still not willing to give up.

…All around him, the Crimson Spire was trembling and groaning, slowly starting to collapse.

Gritting his teeth, Sunny tiredly pushed himself off the ground. His body protested, but he forced it into silence and slowly rose to his feet. The blade of the Midnight Shard scraped against the stones as he pulled it up.

Nephis was doing the same.

The young woman stood up and staggered, then regained her balance and grew still. Her posture was slumped, with one hand pressed tightly against the deep wound on her abdomen.

Changing Star looked weak and beaten, her fearsome presence diminished. Her face was pale, bloodied, and grim, contorted by a grimace of suffering.

…Only her eyes, which burned with dimming white flames, were still the same — striking, cold, and full of unshakable resolve.

Both of them were washed in the ethereal light of the Gateway.

Looking at Neph through that light, Sunny slowly inhaled and said in a hoarse voice:

"...Let's finish this."

for a few moments,

were painted red by

forward, sending a cloud of dust into the

dais of the Gateway, their swords whistling through the air like hungry fiends. The clangor of steel drowned the sound of breaking stone, resounding in the

and pain to make them weaker. Instead, they fought with ruthless ferociousness, throwing everything they had left at the

neck entered a state of frenzy. At times, it felt as though his sword moved on its own, helping

never been as

yet, it was not

for him to handle.

more like a monster than

of silver steel wreathed in pale

harrowing collection of injuries, but the damage he received in return was twice as terrible. His left arm was slowly growing numb, weakening his grip on the hilt of the

lips. His eyes were burning, too, his vision becoming blurry because of all the blood streaming

can't… I can't

had to think of something. Something devious and smart, something that would

Sunny's bag

thought, he couldn't imagine

well. Better

Two worlds, even…

that he had no chance of victory if everything continued as it had.

one

desperate gamble with little chance of

perception to shift… and started weaving the strange, taxing

and then aimed it at Changing Star, trying to mimic her incredible battle

use it as a weapon

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