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

a Nightmare Gate tore reality apart like a dark scar. The whispers of the Call

his family had explored a lot of Nightmare Gates. They had started with those situated within

into, and the area of the Dream Realm connected to it hid

territory, and it grew only more dire now because the hunting grounds of the Corrupted Titan that still wandered the

reason why the fortified outpost had been abandoned, and why Saint Madoc was personally

and his people - three cohorts of distinguished Awakened warriors - were meant to be the first wave of reinforcements sent to help the Knight secure his prize.

Mordret had long taken the

in silence, seemingly unaffected by the maddening pull of

"Are you ready, Squire?"

Dream Realm would be in the greatest danger. Mordret pretended to be

"Always, my lord."

tasted revolting on his

nodded with approval and

The world grew bleak.

Then, it disappeared.

in a vast, lightless

then, blinding light

assaulted

smell of scorching sand flooded his

because there were very few reflective surfaces in the surrounding area - limited to only his own sight, he felt

him was a

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

from beneath the sand, scattered across the desert like the bones of a half-buried

in the

slightly, hearing

split second later, however, it was

boiled as it touched the white

looked at the remains of the

"Stay on guard."

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