Shadow Slave

Chapter 1471

[Your shadow is complete.]

Sunny let out a hoarse sigh and uttered a stifled curse. He was standing on one knee, pressing his fist against the stone floor of the tower. His face was pale as that of a ghost, contorted in a pained grimace.

The terrifying agony of having a new Shadow Core from in the depths of his souls was slowly subsiding.

He had risen to a new Class.

This was not the first time Sunny had gone through the familiar torment, but the sudden torrent of shadow fragments caught him entirely by surprise. He did not pass out from the pain, or even fell down... but it was far from pleasant.

'Gods... what happened?'

Standing up with a groan, he swayed slightly and summoned the runes.

Name: Sunless.

True Name: Lost from Light.

Rank: Ascended.

Class: Terror.

Shadow Fragments: [7/6000].

Sunny stared at the shimmering runes silently.

'Terror...'

He inhaled deeply.

at. There was no denying it, indeed - Sunny was a

stronger - much stronger, and just when he desperately needed strength

'How?'

The stones were covered

dull ache

'Her gift...'

Sunny was sure of. He did not know how Wind Flower could have influenced the Spell to make sure that he received it, but she had. The gift she had given him

But still...

he absorbed shadow fragments directly from those who died by

killing creatures weaker than him was all but useless to Sunny. He also did not receive a portion of the soul fragments his enemy

Awakened was inexperienced, or surpass a hundred soul fragments if they had fully saturated

Therefore, if a Master like him killed the

he had received more. Much

from becoming a Terror. So... he had not just received a portion of Wind Flower's power. He had received all of it, with not a single drop wasted, and then

could inherit as much power from her as possible. She must have even sacrificed whatever Memories still remained in

How had she known so much about

Mad Prince had told

embers of the incinerated bed for a few moments

a few moments of silence,

"Thank you."

remained still for a while, and then

were six of them now,

happy, creepy, haughty, naughty...

was just like the other five, but also different. At first glance, it seemed the least

a cold chill run down his spine

It was as if its outward normalcy was hiding something - a deep, dark ocean of utter, unhinged, unbridled madness. The friendly demeanor was just a thin, fragile veil obscuring the demented depths of

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