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:

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

'An Aspect Legacy?'

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… namely, dying once

an insane requisite it was, to

unlocked, but still… wasn't the

to say something… but he never got the

moment, the island shuddered once again, and the damaged bridge

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

'Crap!'

was not going to kill an Ascended, but hitting the ground would not be

and Nightmare before calling upon the shadows and manifesting them into resilient chains. Grabbing onto them, the three Masters managed to control their fall and land at the bottom of the empty moat

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

away from them, its radiance illuminating the chaotic scene. She walked over and picked it up,

"Is everyone alright?"

the ghostly scythe, she seemed to absorb the torrent of frosty mist it had turned

"I'm fine."

answered a few

"Yes… no."

was said in a relaxed tone, while

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

seemed to be rather deep…

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 of the island,

the colossal vortex. The fracture pierced Aletheia's Island

stared at Nephis and Jet

I think that this whole island is about to fall