Shadow Slave

Chapter 1863 Repercussions Naeve had not finished his tale yet when Anvil finally showed a reaction. Before, he sat motionlessly, looking at the kneeling Saint with a cold and heavy expression. His steely eyes remained calm — Sunny expected the king to display some kind of emotion at the mention of his son, but there was no change.

Now, however, he finally moved. All Anvil did was give Morgan a glance, but she suddenly cursed and dashed out of the room.

For a few moments, the stone chamber was enveloped by silence. Naeve looked at the king tensely, not sure what was going on.

Anvil studied him for a bit before saying evenly:

"That is enough. I understand what happened now."

Sunny was leaning on a wall with his arms crossed. He did not turn his head to look at Cassie, but spoke in his mind:

[There are no mirrors on the Ivory Island, are there?]

Her response came a few moments later.

[There are. However, the entire island is protected against that man with special enchantments. The royals themselves set them up… Valor has been preparing to deal with Mordret for a long time, so they have developed many measures.]

Sunny was somewhat relieved. However, he knew that those measures could not be universal — since the members of the royal clan had to be personally involved, inscribing the warding enchantments had to be an expensive and intricate endeavor.

[Make sure that those Fire Keepers that are in the camp remain on the island, then. Those of them who had been with Nephis in the jungle should not try to come back for now, either.]

His original body was already making sure that Aiko did not leave the Marvelous Mimic.

Sunny knew Mordret too well, so he had a good idea about what would happen next.

And indeed, before too long, they heard a cacophony of screams.

The king did not give any of them permission to leave, and Sunny did not want to expose how vast the reach of his shadow sense was. So, none of them moved.

Only Naeve seemed to flinch.

"Your Majesty, what is…"

However, Anvil silenced him with a heavy gaze.

Finally, there was a hint of emotion in his eyes…

That emotion was cold, smoldering wrath.

to be concerned, Saint

inconvenience was really that minor. He commended Naeve for being able to sense Mordret's machinations when no one else had… however, the

only one explanation for why

was that one of his trusted allies — or a few — were Mordret's vessels. He had used Naeve and other asylum-seekers to carry him across the Dream

deal depended on how invested Mordret

Sunny shifted slightly.

be his main

the screams grew

Her hands were wet with blood… and she was carrying

Naeve paled.

"W—why…"

short glance,

The watchers did not fail — it was just

for a few moments, then

have a lot to say,

the floor near Naeve. The Nightwalker gritted

face silently, a hint of pain evident on

"I apologize, Your Majesty."

have some kind of way to tell which bodies are taken by

felt a little apprehensive, because

must have also possessed a method to if not destroy Mordret, then at least imprison him. The Prince of Nothing was nearly immortal — at the very least, Sunny knew of no way

the risk of ending up suffering eternal torment. While beings like Mordret — and Nephis

exploited to

on the throne, Anvil sighed and leaned back. He seemed to be

of Mordret's entering the board. Which were honestly quite shocking... he had expected some kind of diabolical stunt from

more Sunny thought, the more somber

making things harder for him, Nephis, and Cassie. However, it was still a beneficial development overall — they needed Anvil and Ki Song to grind each other down in a prolonged conflict, after all. It wouldn't do for the King of Swords to gain an easy

more were the repercussions that Mordret's actions would have for those who were not participating in

Night was… had been instrumental in guiding naval convoys across the ocean, for example. Without the Nightwalkers, the connections between the Quadrants would become much more tenuous. How was the government going to

what was the government going to do now that the demise of the House of Night had demonstrated the kind of fate that awaited those who wished to remain neutral in the war between the two

more

quietly and looked at

of Swords contemplating

Somehow, he doubted it.

his gaze