Shadow Slave

Chapter 731

Sunny shuddered, turning his head to the center of the Ivory City. The thunderous roar that just rolled across the flying islands chilled him to the bone, making both of his hearts stutter.

The voice of Sevirax, the Ivory Dragon, was filled with so much sorrow, wrath, and madness that every dire horror Sunny had experienced in the Kingdom of Hope paled in comparison.

It was like the voice of death itself, coming to drag them down to hell.

Taking an involuntary step back, he looked at Noctis and asked hoarsely:

"Wasn't… wasn't he supposed to be the sanest of the Chain Lords?"

The sorcerer slowly opened his eyes, remained motionless for a moment, and then rose to his feet.

"He was."

Noctis glanced in the direction of the Sky Below, where the corpse of the Sun Prince swayed forlornly, tangled in the chains.

"...He's not anymore, though."

As all of them watched, a gargantuan silhouette rose above the city. Sun glistened on the ivory scales of the great beast, and as he moved through the sky, a deep shadow covered streets and houses.

The dragon was much more beautiful, majestic, and terrifying than Sunny could have ever imagined. It radiated a feeling of power and holiness that was so intense that it reached across dozens of islands and crashed into them like a wave, making the members of the cohort pale.

Sevirax looked more like a creature of myth than an actual monster. In fact, calling him a monster would have been unthinkable… whatever the Nightmare Creatures were, he was the opposite. His mighty body, his white scales, his shining eyes, his terrible maw, all of it was suffused with profound and dreadful splendor.

The whole body of the great beast was surrounded by a golden halo of divinity, which only Sunny could see.

immolating fury, all that inhuman madness

at the approaching dragon

Sunny's face grew dark.

are going to

sorcerer lingered for a moment, then

mindless

step forward and

in

promise, my

next moment, the figure of the

a torrent of

at the river of beautiful light that suddenly surged forward, pale under the bright radiance of the sun. All of them suddenly felt something moving in their hearts, as if they were touched by the presence

if they were

light rose to meet the white dragon, it flowed and swirled, shaping itself into the form of a colossal, ghostly wolf. On his forehead, a shape of a

the frenzied

out of nothing but

the light remained. It washed over Sevirax and clung to his scales, ten thousand

was fighting a boundless swarm of fireflies instead

of annihilating flame shot out of his maw, destroying thousands upon thousands of

of sizzling blood fell to

mind-boggling scale and otherworldly

'Beast of Twilight…'

for worse, he had no time to observe the fight between

battle, he had

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