Shadow Slave

Chapter 1822 Miraculous Feat Actually, Rain already knew what miracle could save her. It wasn't a miracle that could happen to her, but rather a miracle she could make happen.

It was her Awakening.

Just like her teacher had said, it was the only solution to this lethal predicament.

The problem was that the formation of her soul core was far away, while the Tyrant was too close. The abomination was not drawing closer yet, but it would soon.

If Rain could rest with no distraction and concentrate on meditating steadily, there would have been hope of Awakening before the hideous giant caught its prey. But she had to escape from it, dragging Tamar across the wasteland, from dusk till dawn.

She had to rest at night to recover at least some of her strength, so there were only a few short hours for her to circulate her essence while keeping watch.

Those hours were woefully insufficient for the task at hand.

But actually...

Wasn't she looking at it all wrong?

Rain remembered the previous night. The cool sensation of water droplets falling on her face, the joy she felt. Back then, she was circulating her essence. She took Tamar's helmet and moved it from below the overhanging stone ridge to catch the rain, hoping to quench her unbearable thirst.

Which proved something vital.

It was that she could move and control her essence at the same time. As long as her concentration wasn't broken, Rain could do whatever she wanted while forming her core.

Of course, it wasn't easy to keep her essence under control when doing something else. It was already hard enough to maintain the raging whirlpool while in a state of perfect peace, not to mention extremely tiring.

And yet, if she could circulate her essence while traversing the wasteland, then she wouldn't just have a few pitiful hours at night to form her core. Instead, she could keep forming it constantly, for as long as her mental fortitude allowed it.

Rain felt a strange compulsion to laugh and cry at the same time.

'Of course... of course! Why not?'

She was already doing something unprecedented by trying to Awaken without the help of the Nightmare Spell. As far as Rain knew, no other human of the waking world had ever done that.

And yet, she didn't just have to perform that miraculous feat, but also do it while being pursued by an Awakened Tyrant and dying from physical exertion. Lost in the wild reaches of the Dream Realm with no help, hope, or support.

It wasn't fair at all.

But it also made sense, in a strange kind of way. After all, making history was not supposed to be easy.

‘I can do it... I must do it. I have no choice but to do it.'

Rain gritted her teeth.

strain, she reached into her soul

to the crushing hardship of pushing

step and felt the wire rope cut into her skin painfully, her concentration was destroyed, and she lost control of

took a laborious breath, gripped the rope tighter, and

abdominal muscles, allowing them

"Ah..."

voice resounded from

"Rani, are you alright?”

herself off the ground and

with how dirty her gloves were, she might have

"I'm... fine."

gripped it again

not make the

terribly difficult, and ruthlessly hard. But after a while, she

Then, a dozen steps.

Then, a hundred.

walking and circulating her essence at the same time. Her vision had turned blurry, and her mind felt as if it would

But it did not.

body did not crumble,

So, she kept walking.

hearing seemed to have turned incredibly sharp, She heard the makeshift stretcher scraping against rocks. She also heard the melodious ringing of crystals of essence colliding with each other, She could almost hear the roar of the radiant whirlpool as it revolved within her

not know how much time had passed - she thought that she could feel her essence with incredible clarity, like she had never felt it before. The sensation of it flowing through her, within her, was

as if her body and soul became one, indistinguishable from

harder, making it revolve even faster. The pressure at the heart of the whirlpool increased, and the speed with which

Much more importantly...

day anymore. She could keep the process of core formation at all times - while she walked,

The question was...

take longer? For her will to shatter, or for

going to find the answer, whether she wanted to or

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fell,

time, she remained motionless for far longer than

felt like her body

so utterly beaten before, or exhausted so

still continued to control her essence, never letting