Shadow Slave

Chapter 1825 Edge of the Abyss The storm shrouded everything in impenetrable darkness. The roaring thunderclaps reverberated across the plain, and a deluge of water was falling from the sky, as if the heavenly floodgates had shattered under the immense pressure, dooming the world to be drowned.

Frequent bolts of lightning tore apart the darkness, replacing it with blinding light. And somewhere below, the tidal hum of the colossal waterfall was fusing with the raging song of the furious storm.

Rain stood at the edge of the abyss, looking at the black sky with a resentful expression.

Behind her, Tamar was looking back, at the hideous shape of the pursuing Tyrant.

There was nowhere for them to run.

"Rani! The Tyrant. . . "

Rain looked at the sky, and then took a deep breath.

Then, surrounded by the raging storm, she sat on the ground at the edge of the abyss. Crossing her legs, she placed her hands on her knees, and closed her eyes.

In a flash of lightning, her tranquil figure looked incredibly out of place.

She exhaled slowly.

‘Focus. ’

Rain concentrated on her soul. A radiant river was flowing within her, forming a furious whirlpool. At its heart, beautiful crystals of essence were being tempered by the crushing pressure.

The melodious song of her soul was louder than the storm, and much more compelling.

She couldn't hear Tamar anymore.

‘Form. Clash. Awaken:

Nothing else mattered.

Behind her, Tamar looked at her mundane companion in despair. Noticing that Rani was sitting on the edge of the abyss, unmoving, she was stunned for a moment. Then, a look of guilt and shame twisted her beautiful face.

that the older girl had completely exhausted her strength,

was already an incredibly valiant feat, to have persisted for so long without collapsing. Rani possessed enough willpower and conviction — or maybe stubbornness — to put

everyone had

"Rani. . . "

Tamar gritted her teeth.

flood pouring from the shattered sky, the Tyrant never seemed to lose their scent. It moved

did not have to walk or pull the heavy stretcher, the measure of control she

by now, each no

collided against each other chaotically, making her entire soul tremble. That trembling used to happen rarely, but now, there

not enough. Still, it wasn't.

‘Fuse! ’

a request, or a desperate prayer. It was simply

at that moment, either by coincidence or responding to her

of the radiant gemstones collided. However, this

both cracked, and then. .

Merged.

of indescribable

‘Finally. . . ’

added to her soul, starting a chain reaction. More and more of the tiny essence crystals became covered by a net of fine cracks, and then seamlessly fused with each

violent, resembling the catastrophic ignition of a

merging of the essence

fusion. . . the wondrous process that kept the distant stars burning in the cold,

if a star was being born at the center of her

by the fusing gemstones. There was heat, as well. The very heart of her soul had turned

being slowly absorbed

The soul

hidden in the sea of light, a soul core was being built within her soul. And that nascent core. . . was like a bridge

in the center of her chest: waves of heat were radiating from it, slowly reaching her empty stomach and lacerated shoulders, then her tortured arms and legs, then her aching hands and

that heat, her bones, muscles, organs and blood vessels