Shadow Slave

Chapter 1848

Chapter 1848 Reign of Steel Sunny sensed it before he saw it.

An invisible, but undeniable change that spread across the battlefield.

He was not affected himself, but the Fire Keepers certainly were. They did not grow stronger, and their swords did not become sharper…

And yet, suddenly, more Nightmare Creatures were falling to their blades. More blood was flowing to the ground, but less of it belonged to humans.

Observing the inexplicable change through shadow sense, Sunny couldn't help but feel a deep sense of confusion. There was no reason for the sudden shift in the cadence of the battle, but it had shifted, without a doubt.

Lacking any other explanation, he was tempted to think that it was a result of luck.

But there was something deeper than that going on…

He continued the wanton slaughter, defending one side of the Ivory Island.

At the same time, he was standing on the grass of the island, near the Marvelous Mimic, observing the battle idly side by side with Aiko.

It was that incarnation of his that tried to understand what was happening.

Almost an entire minute passed before his eyes suddenly narrowed.

Sunny exhaled slowly.

'I… see.'

The Fire Keepers were not lucky. They had not grown stronger, and their weapons had not become sharper.

It was just that they were fighting better.

seemed to have become even keener. It was as if they were possessed by a spirit of war, and had received its

something similar once before,

father — wielding those swords, the

that the swords served as conduits for Anvil's authority… as vessels

his Domain had spread to

important to Valor's plan of subjugating this cursed land and winning the war. The entire war

end of it all, the Supreme who controlled more Citadels in Godgrave, and could therefore manifest their Domain in a more

flying Citadel as well — that was why they had tolerated Sunny's defiant unwillingness to surrender the Nameless Temple to them, and that was

Song, Anvil could already express his power in

area around the Ivory Island, and rooted itself in the ancient

the Sword Army would have far less trouble entering the scarlet jungle — the spot where the Ivory Island landed had been chosen carefully to make sure that

was not

suddenly overwhelmed by a cold

he looked up, at the balcony of the

'N—no way…'

figure in dark armor stood,

made out of dull

of Swords

consumed by

the sky above it, swirling like a hurricane of scarlet light. There were so many of them that it seemed as if the whole world was suddenly desaturated of all colors except

the sparks formed into a sea

out the sky, moving

Sunny almost forgot about the figure of a man standing

his cold gaze fell on the horde of

the next moment, the storm cloud of swords exploded with a lethal

rained down, making the bone plain

below, Sunny's avatar lowered the

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