Shadow Slave

«The Heart of Kanakht… the Heart of Kanakht…»

Suffering unbearable pain, Jet continued to fight the Great Devil calmly. Her mind was cold and focused, methodically calculating every move and motion of the enemy. She was unable to destroy him, but the abomination could not bring her down, either — as the two of them fought, the harrowing fury of their battle boiling in eerie silence, time continued to flow.

She was drawing the clash as much as she could, callously luring the ancient fiend to his eventual end.

Once Effie and Kai arrived…

«How do we kill him then?»

Kai would be able to weaken the Great Devil with the power of his voice. Effie would be able to deal some damage to the abominable creature with the help of the Starlight Shard… but not enough damage, considering that it was merely an Ascended Memory of the Fifth Tier.

The white cloth could shine beautifully in the darkness, as well as imbue her weapons with a rare type of elemental damage — one that wasn't that useful, apart from being able to cut intangible things.

It was a bit ironic that the only way to fight the terrible wraith had been given to her for slaying the Lord of the Dead… if Jet remembered correctly, that was the name of the Fallen Tyrant Effie had killed on the Forgotten Shore.

Something moved in her mind.

«Still, none of it is enough to kill the Heart of Kanakht.»

The most useful thing Effie would be able to do in this battle was augmenting Jet with her Ascended Ability. However, Jet… was powerless against the Great Devil. Unless she could deliver him ten thousand cuts, the fiend would not go down.

However…

As Jet moved between the raging storm of screaming souls, slashing the whirling hurricane of sand with a blade made of mist, she felt a seed of an idea… or a revelation, maybe… bloom in her mind.

«What was I thinking about?»

The Heart of Kanakht…

The name was quite peculiar.

had a strange suspicion. That suspicion came from the name of another abomination, a Corrupted

in history, only learning enough to understand the modern world, However, at some point,

and being secretly displeased at not having enough knowledge to sustain a conversation. She couldn't remember who it had

of the Army Command officers back in Antarctica? Or someone at the Academy, which she often visited to enjoy the food in the instructors'

a peculiar way, removing all the organs

Heart of Kanakht, the

wondered if there were also the Hand of Kahakht, the Lungs of Kanakht,

had said that the Great Devil was the remnant of a cursed

parts, just like that ancient god. And maybe those parts were kept apart, to prevent him from coming back to life like the

suddenly thinking about

quite sure,

hateful giant of sand was pursuing her relentlessly. The whirlwind of souls surrounding him was just as plentiful as it had been before, as if she had not depleted it even a little. The Great Devil had slowed down, somewhat, because of the accumulated weight of unnatural lethargy, but that

lethal sloth. The loss of life was tragic, and if Jet had not hunted the creature down in time, it would have become

«Tough bastard.»

her, spilling through the cracks and broken windows before coalescing back into the shape of a gaunt giant. Another flurry

But wasn't it strange?

body was like mist, but that mist was not mundane — it could not be scattered by the wind or dispelled by flames, for example, It could pass through solid objects or move underwater, That was because what looked like

course, Jet could return to her

intangible at the same time. The sand comprising his body never phased through the walls like she did, simply penetrating the cracks and gaps in a quite mundane

wraith need the shell of sand, to begin

souls, each of the

reserves of essence were running dangerously

consumed one of the

to a Corrupted Tyrant she had killed in Verge, in front of the gruesome wall of flesh that marked

battle continued, and she endured more excruciating

she was forced to consume another

of a government Citadel in the Dream Realm. The

to

she absorbed

Jet had had to cash in a favor that Saint Naeve of the House of Night owed her