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.

was, but she had a strange suspicion. That suspicion came from the name of another abomination, a Corrupted Monster Effie had killed soon after entering the city, and something she had read in

interested in history, only learning enough to understand the modern world, However,

about ancient cultures, and being secretly displeased at not having enough knowledge to sustain a conversation. She couldn't remember

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

peculiar way, removing all the organs from the bodies before placing them in opulent tombs. lіghtnоvelworld_c\о/m. There was even a legend about

Heart of Kanakht, the

if there were also the Hand of

Great Devil was the remnant of a cursed

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

was Jet suddenly thinking

quite

if she had not

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

«Tough bastard.»

through the cracks and broken windows before coalescing back into the shape of a gaunt giant. Another flurry of attacks descended upon

But wasn't it strange?

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

could return to her

his body never phased through the walls like she did, simply penetrating the cracks and gaps in

the

the myriad

essence were running dangerously

a bit regretful, Jet consumed one of the souls bound to her mist

to a Corrupted Tyrant she had killed in Verge, in front of the gruesome wall of flesh that marked the point where the harrowing, mindless mass of the First Seeker's sprawling body

silent battle continued, and she

she was forced to consume

to a Corrupted Titan that had fallen to her blade under the walls of a government Citadel in the Dream Realm. The battle against the dreadful creature had cost a lot of lives, but the Citadel withstood the calamity, in

continued to retreat,

she absorbed

had to cash in a favor that Saint Naeve