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:

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

'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… namely, dying once again. However, how

what kind of an insane requisite it was, to literally

Legacies had unique conditions of being unlocked, but

opened his mouth to say something…

once again, and the damaged bridge they

debris, the members of

'Crap!'

but hitting the ground would not be pleasant, either… especially if a few pieces of

calling upon the shadows and manifesting them into resilient chains. Grabbing onto them, the three

of black rock to slide into the moat. The Great Beast she

meters away from them, its radiance illuminating the chaotic scene.

"Is everyone alright?"

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

"I'm fine."

answered a few

"Yes… no."

said in a relaxed tone, while the second was a

a wide crack running through the rock surface

to be rather deep… deep… extremely

into the darkness, Sunny realized that the fracture was not just deep. It was, in fact, bottomless. That was because it was not just the

he was looking at was actually the unfathomable darkness at the heart of the colossal vortex. The

Sunny stared at Nephis and Jet for a moment, then said in a bleak

think that this whole island is about to

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