Shadow Slave

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:

Spell just said. I guess all I had to do was kill myself…

'An Aspect Legacy?'

strange existence — a person who was not quite alive, but also not quite dead. So, there was a strange and darkly poetic logic to

an insane requisite it

had unique conditions of being unlocked, but still… wasn't the Spell going too far with

say something… but he never got

moment, the island shuddered once again, and

by stone debris, the members of the

'Crap!'

an Ascended, but hitting the ground would not be pleasant,

dismissed Saint, Fiend, and Nightmare before calling upon the shadows and manifesting them into resilient chains. Grabbing onto them, the three Masters managed to

a large portion of the cliff's slope earlier, causing countless tons of black rock to slide into the moat. The Great Beast she killed later had also caused a collapse, sending an avalanche of stones and soil into

its radiance

"Is everyone alright?"

seemed to absorb the torrent of frosty mist it had turned

"I'm fine."

a

"Yes… no."

in a relaxed tone, while the second was a bit

at the bottom of the moat, he had glanced down and noticed a wide crack running through the rock surface

fracture seemed to be rather deep… deep… extremely

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

what he was looking at was actually the unfathomable darkness at the heart of the colossal vortex. The fracture pierced Aletheia's Island

Nephis and Jet

think that this whole island is about