Shadow Slave
Chapter 450
Sunny stepped into the patch of mangled obsidian and slowly approached the alabaster phalanx, then kneeled beside it and lingered, studying its golden shine.
He was trying to determine if any sign of the harrowing rot remained, but also felt pulled toward the radiant bone and found it hard to look away.
'All of this insanity, just for that little piece of bone. What secrets does it hold?'
He hesitated for a moment, then reached down and picked up the phalanx.
Sunny had instinctively expected it to crumble into a torrent of white sparks and hear the Spell proclaim that he had acquired a new Memory, just like what had happened with Weaver's Mask… that Memory being, perhaps, another Drop of Ichor.
But nothing of the sort happened.
The bone felt cold and smooth to the touch. There was still marrow inside, wet and infused with bright golden radiance. Sunny tilted his head, stumped. What was he supposed to do now?
In hindsight, the fact that the phalanx was not going to turn into a Memory was rather sensible… obvious, even. After all, Memories were simply copies of real items recreated by the Spell, just like Echoes were copies of actual creatures — or items conjured by it from scratch following some unknown principle.
This, however… this was the real deal.
The alabaster bone had nothing to do with the Spell. It wasn't a recreation, it was… the original.
Sunny frowned, feeling unsure about how he was supposed to proceed.
Then, a certain scene suddenly appeared in his mind. Back in the ruined cathedral of the Dark City, Saint stood above the rusted remains of the Black Knight, holding a black gem in her hand. With a hint of some dark emotion burning in her ruby eyes, she raised the gem to her mouth, and bit into it.
Before he could fully process the implications of this image, Sunny followed a strange instinct. Without allowing himself time to think about it, he opened his mouth, put the phalanx inside… and swallowed it.
'What?!'
He blinked a couple of times.
'What did I just do?!'
in which a divine bone had been
then… it was as though a furious fire
'Crap!'
***
the unbearable agony he knew and remembered all too well… the feeling of his very nature being
maybe simply
returning from the Dream Realm
Here… here
it had felt as though every muscle, every fiber, every molecule in his body were destroyed and recreated over and over again, becoming slightly different
This time was different.
his spine, in his bones, in the marrow permeating them. His fingers in particular felt as though there was molten, incandescent, liquid
Sunny shrieked.
damn it!
It hurt so much…
had back in the branches of the Soul Devouring Tree. After a few more minutes of it, Sunny felt the Blood Weave suddenly come alive and
the process of
changing… it was a strange and extremely unpleasant sensation, one suffused with a feeling of profound wrongness, but
"Hell, that was... rough."
was hoarse
Saint, who was standing silently above him and
heartlessness! No sympathy
itself. It was pacing nervously, turning to Sunny from time to time and timidly offering its
any
guy is… really irritating! I would rather be
and endured the unpleasant feeling
like an eternity
deep feeling of relief spread through Sunny's body.
Resilient.
'Just what have I…'
voice of the Spell suddenly thundered in
About Shadow Slave - Chapter 450
Shadow Slave is the best current series of the author Guiltythree. With the below Chapter 450 content will make us lost in the world of love and hatred interchangeably, despite all the tricks to achieve the goal without any concern for the other half, and then regret. late. Please read chapter Chapter 450 and update the next chapters of this series at booktrk.com