Shadow Slave

1194 Battle of the Black Skull (8)

Sunny let out a terse breath.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just got my throat ripped out… no big deal…"

He lowered his bloodied hand, revealing the wound that had already disappeared thanks to the [Death Wish] enchantment. There was a lot of blood on his neck and the black silk of the Shroud of Dusk, but under it, his skin and flesh were perfectly fine.

A corner of Neph's mouth curled upward.

"I see."

Then, she looked at Dire Fang with a severity that seemed cold enough to freeze a person to death and said calmly:

"In that case… Lady Sky Tide, please fall back with Song of the Fallen. Master Sunless and I will remain to cover your retreat."

Saint Tyris was in no condition to face Dire Fang in battle. Even if she wanted to stay, her presence would only slow the two of them down… she seemed to have understood that, as well. Even if she didn't, Sunny was not sure that Sky Tide was in a position to refuse Neph's orders — she was a vassal of Clan Valor, after all, and Nephis was technically of the same status as Morgan.

"Cassie, take her!"

There was nowhere really safe on the battlefield, but getting closer to the main body of Valor's force — and away from the most dangerous enemies — would increase Sky Tide's chances of survival by a lot.

Cassie was facing two Masters of Clan Song. Her rapier did not seem to move very swiftly, but somehow, it was always where it needed to be to deflect their attacks. The blind girl moved with measured cadence, always half a step ahead of her enemies. Although her face remained calm, the two Ascended seemed… shaken.

Shaken enough to make a mistake.

Just at that moment, one of them summoned his Aspect Ability to turn the ground under Cassie's feet into treacherous mud, while the other committed to a powerful thrust of his sword.

However, the blind girl lightly jumped just a split second before her footing would have been lost in wet sludge, avoiding being momentarily immobilized. Her rapier shot forward, piercing the neck of the swordsman who had been counting on his partner's Aspect to stall the enemy.

At the same time, something flashed through the air, and the Quiet Dancer came to a halt above her shoulder, its blade marred by blood.

Both Masters silently fell down.

the same exact moment as Cassie landed from her jump,

of a Corrupted thrall, and appeared next to Saint Tyris. Without saying a word, the blind girl

a muscle. He simply stared at Nephis from above as the white flames died down on his fur,

but at the same time, he didn't really

enough, the three of them were left facing each other — the towering monstrosity on one side, Sunny and Nephis standing shoulder to shoulder

brings back

entirely different… the two of them were entirely different, as well. So much had changed, and yet, he couldn't help but feel as if they were back under the branches of the Soul Devourer, looking up at the Carapace Demon and preparing to bring the enormous abomination

suddenly, a deep, reverberating voice escaped from it, making Sunny's bones

Broken Sword's

her head a little, then answered

"I am."

swirled around her head, forming into a

The monstrous beast grinned.

"Shame…"

that, he roared and lunged

clash between the titan Echo and the four Reflections were shaking the ground, making it seem as if the world

Awakened, Echoes, and enthralled abominations tearing each other apart. The soil was soaked with blood, and more bodies fell into the red sludge

of lightning flashed, and a thunderclap rolled across the desolate plain, soon drowning in the clangor

of heavy rain

the midst of all this chaos, covered in blood, a young man in battered armor coldly

with a red cape draped around

alike that they could be mistaken for

scarlet sparks. Raising her sword and pointing it at Mordret, she pierced him with a

Play whatever dirty tricks you have left, and then we can settle it once and for all with our

her for a moment, then glanced at

I don't have

sister smirked with

me if

his head and took a step forward, his

I could have prepared a few. But that would be so unsatisfying, don't you think? Dear sister… you shouldn't assume that I want to kill you with my own two hands any less than you want to kill me. What's the point of killing you with a trick? Then, you'll just die thinking — there he goes, doing something contemptible again. No, no, no… I want to kill you, all of you, with what you pride yourself on most. I want to crush you

Morgan grinned.