Shadow Slave

Chapter 1860

Chapter 1860 Turn of Fortune There were plumes of smoke rising above NQSC.

Leaning against a dirty wall in the depths of the outskirts, Sunny looked at the towering black pillars silently. A police PTV sped by, flooding the deep darkness of the night with bright lights of the blaring siren. He hid himself deeper in the shadows and crossed his arms.

'Several locations, most of them close to the city center.'

Fires were not a rarity in NQSC, but not on that scale, and not in the affluent districts at the heart of the city.

What had happened? Was the agreement to leave the war out of the waking world broken, already?

[How far are you?]

There was a moment of silence.

[Less than a minute.]

Soon, a luxurious PTV screeched to a halt in front of him. The passenger door opened, and Cassie stepped out of the vehicle, looking a little disheveled. She remained motionless for a few moments, then turned in his direction, winced, and hurriedly smoothed her hair.

Sunny emerged from the shadows and walked over.

"What the hell is happening?"

For now, he was wearing the mask he had fashioned himself. So, it was the only opportunity to have an honest conversation with Cassie — once they reached Godgrave, he would have to don Weaver's Mask in order to keep his secrets.

"Was the compound of Clan Valor attacked? The Dream Gate relay? Storage facilities?"

She hesitated briefly, then shook her head.

"It's all the House of Night. Their strongholds across the city have gone up in flames. It's total chaos."

Sunny was surprised.

"...They were attacked?"

A deep frown creased Cassie's delicate brow.

"For now, it seems like infighting."

'What?'

the information. The members of the House of Night were fighting among each

of the great clan? Unlike Song and Valor, which were monoliths held together by shared blood and familial bonds, the House of Night had

internal strife resulting in an open conflict

did not

a few ideas about who could have been

the PTV away and then faced him. Her

"There are… defectors."

eyebrow behind the

are they defecting

blind seer

of Clan Valor's stronghold here, in NQSC. Bloodied and with their family members in

that was simply

felt troubled, as

"Where are they now?"

offered him

or interrogate them, depending on the situation — personally. Everyone worth anything were summoned back to the camp. The situation might

sighed, then took her hand and

summoning Weaver's Mask, he looked at Cassie somberly and

all the noise

was standing on the emerald grass of the Ivory

that the camp was much

carve a path south, with countless Awakened soldiers, Masters, and Saints leaving

was slow, but

part the clouds herself. Blinding sunlight would flood the bone plain and turn the crimson growth — as well as those abominations that were

after the Cloudveil repaired itself, the army

depths, pushing toward the fissures in the bone that served as the source of the dreadful infestation. The battles were punishing, dire, and often prolonged — but with champions like Nephis and Summer Knight

roots of the jungle in the area, its remnants would be burned, and a fortress would be constructed around

there was a disorderly chain of a dozen of these fortresses and numerous smaller forts extending west, almost all the way

most of the Saints leading the

was quite confident that the fortune of the Sword Army was about to turn for the

been acting too

the Valor Keep — which was the name given to the

entered under its heavy roof and were immediately guided to a spacious chamber where many Saints had already gathered, all wearing

you received any

the dashing Rivalen of

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