Shadow Slave

Chapter 1479

1479 Fractured Island

'She's... dead.'

For a moment, there was silence.

Sunny regained his balance, grunted, and hurried to help Nephis stand up. Saint lowered her sword, acting as indifferent as ever. It was as if they had not just narrowly escaped being slaughtered by a Defiled Saint.

But they had. The Defiled Saint was truly, undeniably gone. Slaughtered, just like she had slaughtered countless living beings.

'Hell...'

Behind them, Fiend and Nightmare were both battered, but relatively unscathed. Both Shadows were watching Jet with piercing intensity.

Soul Reaper herself stood motionlessly above the spot where her future self had perished. Her icy blue eyes were strangely distant. Finally, she let out a long sigh.

"So that's how it is…"

Suddenly, her figure was shrouded in cold mist. That mist flowed along the grateful lines of her supple body, finally forming into a ghostly blade. Then, the shape of that blade changed, elongating until it turned into a beautiful glaive… no, rather, a war scythe. Its dark steel possessed a dreadful sheen to it, with frost patterns decorating the sinister curved blade.

The ghostly scythe seemed to absorb all warmth from the world, emanating a frigid sense of lethal cold.

An amused smile appeared on Jet's face.

Raising an eyebrow, she turned to Sunny and said:

believe what the Spell just said. I guess all I had to do was kill myself… to receive my Aspect

'An Aspect Legacy?'

— a person who was not quite alive, but also not quite dead. So, there was a strange and darkly poetic logic to her Aspect Legacy being locked behind the act of attaining the purest expression of one of these states…

what kind of an insane requisite it was,

being unlocked, but still… wasn't

say something… but he never got the

again, and the damaged bridge they

stone debris, the members of the cohort plummeted into the dark

'Crap!'

hitting the ground would not be pleasant,

chains. Grabbing onto them, the three Masters managed to control their fall and land at

slope earlier, causing countless tons of black rock to slide into the moat. The Great Beast she killed later

on the ground just a few meters away from them, its radiance illuminating the chaotic scene. She walked over and picked it up, then

"Is everyone alright?"

scythe, she seemed

"I'm fine."

a

"Yes… no."

first word was said in a relaxed tone,

at the bottom of the moat, he had glanced down and noticed a wide crack running through the rock surface beneath him. His right foot was on one

fracture seemed to be rather

just deep. It was, in fact, bottomless. That was because it was not just the bottom of the moat that had cracked… but the

was looking at was actually the unfathomable darkness at the heart of the colossal

at Nephis and Jet for

I think that this whole

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