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, one rapier in hand and

appeared next to Saint Tyris. Without saying a word, the blind girl grabbed Sky Tide by the shoulder

Fang, surprisingly, allowed all of that to happen without moving a muscle. He simply stared at Nephis from above as the white flames died down on his fur, motionless, with an indifferent expression

about what the gloomy Saint was thinking, but at the same time, he didn't really care

were left facing each other — the towering monstrosity on one side,

brings

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

deep, reverberating voice escaped

are… Broken Sword's

tilted her head a little,

"I am."

swirled around her

The monstrous beast grinned.

"Shame…"

he roared

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

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

and a thunderclap rolled across the desolate plain, soon drowning

drops of

covered in blood, a young man in battered armor coldly pulled his sword from the body of an Awakened warrior, threw the corpse

a red cape draped around her shoulders, reflected

them looked so much alike that they could be mistaken for

cape, allowing it to disintegrate into a rain of scarlet sparks. Raising her

you have left, and then we can settle it once

at her for a moment, then glanced at the

I don't have any of

smirked

me if

his head and took a step forward, his face devoid of the

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,

Morgan grinned.