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.

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 a history

strange thing, really, Jet had never been that interested in history, only learning enough to understand the modern world, However, at some point, and for a reason that she remembered only vaguely, she developed

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

the Army Command officers back in Antarctica? Or someone at the Academy, which she

their dead for burial in quite a peculiar way, removing all the organs from the bodies before placing them in opulent

of Kanakht, the Maw

wondered if there were also the Hand of Kahakht, the

that the Great Devil was the remnant of a cursed

maybe those parts were kept apart, to

was Jet suddenly

quite

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

soul was bound to the black khopesh had infected an entire city in the Eastern Quadrant with lethal sloth. The loss of life was tragic, and if Jet had not hunted the creature down in time, it

«Tough bastard.»

cracks and broken windows before coalescing back into the shape of a gaunt

But wasn't it strange?

could become an intangible wraith. Her 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

Jet could return to her

sand comprising his body never phased through the

did the ancient wraith need the shell of sand,

barely dodged another storm of souls, each of the myriad

essence

of the souls bound to

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

and she

was forced to consume another

the Dream Realm. The battle against the dreadful creature had cost a lot of lives,

to retreat,

she

Great Beast she had slain in South America. Jet had had to cash in a favor that Saint Naeve of the House of Night owed her to make it across