Shadow Slave

Chapter 1813

Chapter 1813 Behind the Mask The river was, Indeed, on fire.

It was quite a strange sight. A vast expanse of clear water was boiling, and more than that, a sea of white flames was spreading across its surface like burning oll. A wave of heat assaulted Sunny like a tide, bathing him in warmth.

Neph slowly turned her head and looked at the river, a calm and composed expression on her face. The flames fell and were extinguished under her impassive gaze.

Then, she cleared her throat.

"Ah, yes. There... there was a Nightmare Creature preparing to surface. I burned it."

Her tone was poised and confident.

Sunny kept the smile off his face.

"Oh, I see. Of course. Thank you for reacting promptly."

His shadow sense was still enveloping the entire area, so he knew perfectly well that there had been no abomination. However, he wasn't going to mention it.

Instead, he raised the steaming cup of tea with a trembling hand, gulped it down, and sighed.

His avatar silently turned back into a shadow.

"Well... yes. As I was saying. There is no Shadow Clan and no information network. Instead, there is just me. My Transformation Ability allows me to manifest my shadows as incarnations of myself,

Nephis stared at him with wide eyes, stili struggling to accept the revelation. Her volce turned a little subdued.

"Transformation Ability? So... you are a Saint? No, of course you are... because you are the... the Lord of Shadows..."

She closed her eyes for a moment.

"Then what about the other forms? The shadow colossus? The little crow? I was under the impression that the Lord of Shadows... that you... could assume these shapes due to your Transcendent Ability."

Sunny scratched the back of his head.

"Those forms are made possible by a technique based on my Dormant, Awakened, and Ascended Abilities as well as my Aspect Legacy."

Nephis took a deep breath, then looked at him sharply.

of silence, she asked with a hint

him? The Lord of

flowing into his palm-

for a few moments, then gently placed the great sword on

appropriate to say that the Lord of

at Nephis

near the end of the Southern Campaign. After that... well, 1 was a little done with the world. So, I spent a few years wandering the Dream Realm aimlessly, having no desire to return. But eventually, I did. I sent most of

him for a while without saying

she

was afraid to

she blaming him for fooling her? Feeling betrayed? Was she too stunned

she, perhaps, alright with it? He did not

the wine allently. The bottle, not the

***

Nephis was reeling.

but look at Master Sunless... no, Saint Sunless... no, was

help but look at the charming enchanter and mentally

in a soft and charming manner. His onyx eyes were usually calm, with a hint of wry humor hidden in their dark depths. Sometimes, they were clouded by a veil of strange melancholy, and sometimes, they were

Nephis feel at

was fearsome and imposing. His face was always hidden behind a mask - sometimes, it was a featureless mask that made him look eerily unfathomable, and sometimes, it was the ferocious mask of a dark demon. His movements were sharp and powerful, full of ruthless intent. His sinister

Nephis feel on

two of them, it was that both of them seemed to be able to stir her emotions.

could the two of

gentle Master Sunless have cut down Great Nightmare Creatures without

caringly prepared delicious waffles for her, placing a scoop of

was failing to

'Ah... my head hurts...'

to buy herself some time to process the impossible revelations. He answered them,

yes, I made the connection between the two of them. And yes, Master Sunless... Saint

Mostly, Nephis felt stunned.

was a subtle hint of humiliation at being fooled, as

was also something

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