Shadow Slave

Chapter 1840

Chapter 1840: Bathed in Starlight Chapter 1840: Bathed in Starlight

High in the sky above Bastion, a beautiful island was hovering, shrouded in the veil of clouds. Illuminated by pale starlight, a white pagoda stood upon it, piercing the heaven.

Nobody noticed when the flying island started to move.

Not only because it was dark, and most of the citizens were already asleep, but also because a perfect illusory copy of the island remained in its place when it did.

Due to the attempted assassination of Changing Star, Clan Valor gained leverage over the government. They used some of that leverage to summon Saint Thane, a government Transcendent who held power over dreams and illusions, to Bastion. His task was to hide the fact that the Ivory Island had left the sky above Mirror Lake.

In truth, it was heading for Godgrave.

Before that, however, the flying island made a stop.

Descending from the great heights, it reached the shore of the lake and landed on the water. A tall wave rose, flooding a few streets that were closest to the shore for a few moments.

Among them was a quiet street where a cozy brick cottage stood.

At that moment, something bizarre happened.

The cottage stirred, and then rose, revealing countless metal legs that were attached to its bottom. Turning around, it trotted to the shore and then nonchalantly dove into the water.

The cottage swam surprisingly well for a brick building.

Covering the distance to the island swiftly, then it climbed ashore, shook energetically, and then looked around in confusion... it was as if it was unsure where to plop down.

Eventually, the bizarre creature simply lowered itself to the ground where it stood.

As soon as it did, the island slowly rose from the water and moved north.

Soaring into the sky to hide behind the clouds, it flew above the sleeping city... and left it behind.

At that time, the door of the cottage opened, and a young man with alabaster skin and raven—black hair walked out of it.

Sunny stepped on the soft soil of the Ivory Island, inhaled deeply, and smiled. "What a beautiful sight."

Nephis was standing a few steps away, looking at him calmly.

She responded to his smile with one of her own.

"Ivory Island is indeed beautiful at night. Welcome."

He looked at her silently for a while, then shook his head softly.

"I wasn't talking about the island."

Neph's eyes widened a little.

"Oh..."

then looked away in embarrassment and gestured

you like to take

with a

"Sure."

offered her his arm, and when she took it,

do you want to go? I'm afraid there are no beaches there...

Nephis chuckled.

it for a while. There's plenty

of clouds was shining with reflected starlight. Above, a myriad

two

But much more beautiful.

sky for a while, then

I can't really reveal that side of myself to anyone, because my strength is their strength. But I am afraid sometimes, too. Can we really win? Can we really defeat

fragile smile appeared on her

I always banish these doubts, since I can't afford them. You just... caught me before I could

looked at her silently for

Eventually, he smiled.

win. Of course, we will defeat the Sovereigns. And everything that comes

her ivory face

you so

Sunny chuckled.

his voice

will.

standing so close that he could hear her

the lightless

radiance, her lips looked

war awaited them

on her shoulders, he gently pulled her in and leaned

beating like a caged

was as though

Sunny wasn't satisfied with that gentle touch. He was hungry for more. Wrapping his hands around her, he pulled her closer, until their bodies were pressed tightly against

embraced him, as well, responding

same time, their kiss grew more passionate, as if both had

by the taste

Sunny finally felt complete.

****

of a shattered moon. In the remnants of its main keep, a tall dais stood. There was no throne and no

and broad-shouldered, with a lean, but mighty physique. Powerful muscles rolled under his glistening skin, and his sweat was evaporating in the unbearable heat of a crucible. His bare torso was painted in shades

thick, but dignified beard. The expression on his noble face was harsh and austere, and his grey eyes were as cold

incandescent blade in water. The reflection on its surface convulsed when it was pierced by the sharp tip, and

the sword out of

gaze was replaced with contempt and disappointment. Gritting his teeth,

the dais and

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