Shadow Slave

Chapter 1380

In the darkness of the flood temple, a second passed.

Sunny was still falling into the water.

During that second, Cassie had lost count of how many times her slender body was broken and mutilated by the monstrous sybil.

A thought was much faster than a blade, but it had the same effect on the future as an action. Every time she mentally changed her plan of action, the immediate future changed, as well - and currently, Cassie was thinking with stunning speed.

'A step to the right.'

'A step forward, high attack.'

'A step forward, low attack.'

'A half-step...'

She imagined a future and suffered the consequences, again and again. The sybil was too powerful, too sinister, too vile... but not insurmountably so.

Another moment passed, and finally, Cassie imagined the future where she did not die.

'Found it.'

In the approaching moment of time, she managed to evade the fury of harrowing tentacles unscathed and deliver a fatal strike. The Quiet Dancer whistled melodiously as she cut the air and plunged into the sybil's neck.

Cassie prepared to move...

But then, the fragmented future turned vague, disappearing.

Instead, there was more pain, more defeat, and more horror.

'Of course... thought so.'

because that was what she had been expecting. Cassie was not the

sybil had just as much control over the future as

her victory, the Defiled abomination destroyed it, pulling over other outcomes from the abyss of possibilities. Instantly, whatever chance the graceful young woman facing her

but furious

second had

'Faster, faster...'

would be able to find another one sooner. If the future was a battlefield, then she had just conquered a small part of it, gaining control of not only that single possibility, but also all possibilities similar to it. While simultaneously denying

until the sybil had no more futures to

to the left, aim for

jumping start, aim

half-step to the right,

horror of the depths was shrieking as its flesh burned, long limbs lashing out madly to crush the

was standing motionlessly in front of

finding the next one became slightly easier. But finding

too. The influence it exerted on the

And yet...

slowly usurping small areas of the invisible battlefield,

boiled, failing to contain the gruesome violence of their clash. It felt as if the stone surface of the dais would crack and shatter from the aftershocks of the

not. Because the countless futures where the battle

was conquering these

was able to manipulate probability to make only those outcomes that benefited her come true, so Cassie had to disarm the creature. She had to surround her enemy with only those outcomes that

the future into

lunge, followed by a feint, followed by

release the Quiet Dancer, simultaneous thrust and

the Quiet Dancer,

and died, each death more gruesome than the previous one. But slowly, more and more fragments of the future she perceived

cage was growing

And smaller.

And smaller.

And smaller still...

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