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."

at him for a few moments,

painted red by

dashed forward, sending a cloud of dust into the

swords whistling through the air like hungry fiends. The clangor

gruesomely wounded, but neither allowed their agony and pain to make them weaker. Instead, they fought with ruthless ferociousness, throwing everything they

on Sunny's neck entered a state of frenzy. At times,

never been as powerful as he

it was

much for him to handle. She was still too

more like a

silver steel wreathed

to add several deep cuts to her 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

wet, disturbing sound fell from his lips. His eyes were burning, too, his vision becoming blurry

can't… I can't go

something. Something devious and smart,

first time, Sunny's

how much he thought, he couldn't imagine anything

well. Better

Two worlds, even…

of victory if everything

did the one

gamble with little chance

he forced his perception to shift… and started weaving the strange, taxing movements of the

formless and shapeless, and then aimed it at Changing Star, trying

a weapon

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