Shadow Slave

Chapter 1169

Mordret was still getting used to the fact that it never got dark in Antarctica. Because of that, the concept of time here was vague and abstract. The landscape itself was not like anything else he had seen in the waking world, and with countless Nightmare Creatures flooding the continent, it was easy to imagine that they were actually in the Dream Realm.

A whole continent of people, pulled into hell.

'No... it's much too early for that...'

The sky was strange, the land was strange, and the beings populating that land were strange.

And yet, wasn't he the strangest one?

'Isn't it nice, to be with family?'

His uncle's wide back was right in front of him.

Saint Madoc was walking across the desolate plain, not at all concerned by the hordes of Nightmare Creatures moving in the distance. A small force of Awakened followed, with Mordret in the lead. They had left their vehicles behind to traverse the last stretch of wilderness on foot, knowing that remaining unseen was more important than remaining safe.

The warriors of Valor were subdued, but full of unshaken resolve. Even surrounded by unspeakable danger, none of them showed the smallest sign of fear. They were ready to face any kind of threat, no matter how dire, and fight any kind of enemy.

Be it abominations or humans.

Mordret, meanwhile, was simply staring at his uncle's back.

How easy would it be to put a sword right through it?

He suppressed a sigh.

Sadly, not easy at all. Not even because of the priceless enchanted armor Whispering Blade was clad in, but simply because Whispering Blade was Whispering Blade.

If any of Mordret's family members were easy to kill, he would not be stuck wearing the cumbersome vessel of Squire Warren for so long.

'There'll come a day...'

walked forward in

goal of their journey revealed itself. Hidden in the shadow of an abandoned fortress, a Nightmare Gate tore reality apart like a dark scar. The whispers of the Call grew louder and louder as they approached it, and the bones of slain abominations rustled

force brought to Antarctica by his family had explored a lot of Nightmare Gates. They had started with those situated within the

special. It was the Gate that Knight Shtad had ventured into, and the

problem was that this Gate was situated in an extremely dangerous part of Antarctica... it had been dangerous before because of its proximity to Song's territory, and it grew only more dire now because the hunting grounds of the Corrupted Titan that still wandered the continent were slowly shifting

abandoned, and why

of reinforcements sent to help the Knight secure his prize. Due to the importance of that mission, Whispering Blade was going to

course, Mordret had long taken the place of Squire

silence, seemingly unaffected by the maddening pull of the

"Are you ready, Squire?"

follow the Saint into the Dream Realm would be in the greatest danger.

"Always, my lord."

tasted revolting on his

with approval and

The world grew bleak.

Then, it disappeared.

a vast, lightless space between

then, blinding light flooded

heat assaulted

smell of scorching sand

reflective surfaces in

him was a vast

the desert were flawlessly white, and the azure sky above him was deep and boundless like an

in the distance, inky-black ruins rose from beneath the sand, scattered across the desert like the bones of a

in the

shifted slightly,

creature that seemed to be made of countless claws was already lunging at him... a split second later, however, it was suddenly dismantled, falling apart in the air. It was as if a

it touched the

calmly looked at the remains of the Nightmare Creature and

"Stay on guard."

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