Shadow Slave

Chapter 499

…Somewhere far away, in the depths of an endless and inescapable nightmare, a blinding disc of an incandescent sun was bathing the dunes of a vast desert in a flood of immolating heat. The sands of the desert were flawlessly white, and the azure sky above them was deep and boundless like an ancient ocean, with not a single cloud blemishing its silken expanse.

Being battered by the heat, a lone figure moved across the sand.

It was a young woman with striking grey eyes, her skin covered in terrible burns, her silver hair dirty with blood and surrounded by a radiant halo of reflected light. She wore charred remains of a shattered armor, and wielded a broken sword, its silver blade fractured and ending in a jagged edge close to the hilt.

The young woman walked forward, the trail of her footprints stretching far into the distance and disappearing over the horizon. To her left, there was nothing but an endless sea of white dunes; to her right, a line of black mountains eventually created a boundary for the scorching desert.

Far ahead, there was a tree with scarlet leaves and a scattering of something that looked like pale fruit hanging from its wide branches.

...This was where Nephis was headed.

She had to reach the tree before the night came, or… no, it was better not to think of it.

Her water had long run out, and the thirst was slowly taking hold of her mind. Her tortured body was a sea of pain, but she could still walk. She could still fight.

She was still not willing to give up.

…After a while, the tree grew closer.

Nephis stopped and stared at its white bark, its scarlet leaves, and the shapes she had thought were fruit. But they weren't. Instead, tens of thousands of skulls hung from the beautiful branches, fastened to them with glistening threads of black silk.

water formed a clear pool in the shadow of the great tree, and on its bank, with his back to her, stood

'A… human?'

tall to

the creature turned around, revealing a desiccated face of a corpse, hollow eyes emanating ominous blue radiance, and six hands, each grasping the hilt of a weapon. Two hands held long swords, their blades sharper than a razor and curved slightly, two hands held menacing twisted sickles,

rusted armor was shattered, revealing a harrowing

consumed by thirst and exhaustion, Nephis raised a hand, as if begging the creature

cause, it

moved faster than lightning,

sword to deflect the devastating strike, as if forgetting that

the last moment, though, a ray of pure sunlight appeared where the blade should have been and stopped

force of the impact, but remained standing. Her cracked

us burn, then… let

the next moment, white flames ignited

radiance, which then became brighter, and brighter… and then,

danced around the armored giant, her blade

two of them fought in the shade of the ancient tree, thousands of skulls staring at their battle with empty eyes as

flawless, inexplicable, and deadly. She moved with the flow of the battle as if it was her natural element, controlling its cadence with indifferent ease. Her flesh mended itself seconds

from the harrowing pain, her beautiful face grew

the body of the ancient demon. And even though such wounds

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