Shadow Slave

Chapter 626

Sunny remained motionless for a while, then shifted his gaze, moving it to the very end of the field of shimmering runes. Soon, Neph's description appeared before him. He lingered for a few moments, and then read:

…Soul Fragments: [2478/4000].

The corner of his mouth twitched.

'Of course. She is in a hell of her own, after all…'

The gap between them had diminished, but barely. He was still behind… still lacking…

But she was alive, at least. And fighting with all her strength to return.

If Neph refused to give up, then he would have to persevere, too.

With a sigh, Sunny turned away and looked back to his runes, finding the list of his Memories and Echoes. His eyes suddenly gleamed, but then grew dark and slightly despondent.

'What the hell… how is this even possible…'

Among the names of his Memories, dozens of new ones shimmered in the darkness. It seemed that the Spell continued to reward him even while their connection was obstructed by the sorceries of Hope. It sort of made sense… the fact that Sunny had not been able to communicate with the Spell did not mean that it had not continued to watch his every step.

He was inside one of its Nightmares, after all. Which created a swarm of questions on its own…

them, Sunny silently counted

there were

there was not a single Echo he had received after slaughtering nearly a thousand

make any sense… none at all. What is this, a

his luck when it came to Memories had been incredible, while his luck when it came to Echoes had been beyond terrible. He should have received four of five,

into the darkness for a while, his expression glum. Then,

matter. It's a pity that I did not receive an Echo of the Red Priest, though. I would have made him into a Shadow...

reading their names and descriptions. A few were good, and a couple was splendid. The rest, however, were worse than what he

Instead, Sunny hesitated for a long time,

study and experiment with while not fearing to damage or destroy an actually valuable instrument. He would be able to

the last of synthpaste tubes he had taken out of the Covetous Coffer, indifferently dropped them into the dark abyss of the Sky Below, and sent one of his shadows

horizon, and

meant that he would

***

on the undersides of the floating island during the day. He was still weak because of his injuries

the course of these days, Sunny

Nightmare Creatures populating the Kingdom of Hope in this era than there

still some monstrosities hiding in the darkness, but not nearly

of them and their efforts that the population of Nightmare Creatures was so low. It was

Hope. He was still in the territory of the worshippers of War, which

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