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."

stared at him for a few moments, then

were painted red by

raised her sword and dashed forward, sending a cloud of dust into

Gateway, their swords whistling through the air like hungry fiends. The clangor

were gruesomely wounded, but neither allowed their agony and pain to make them weaker. Instead, they fought with ruthless ferociousness, throwing everything they had left at the enemy, not

of frenzy. At times, it felt as though his sword moved

had never been as

it

for him to handle. She was still too strong, too fast, too

a monster

steel wreathed in pale

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

burning, and it was getting harder and harder to inhale. With each breath, a wet, disturbing sound fell from his lips. His eyes were burning, too, his vision becoming

can't… I can't go on like

of something. Something devious and smart, something

for the first time, Sunny's bag of tricks was

he couldn't imagine anything that

Better than anyone in the entire

Two worlds, even…

if everything continued as it had. He was already just one step away from

he did the one thing he could

with little chance

of his remaining strength and resilience, he forced his perception to shift… and started

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

use it as a weapon

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