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.

need 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 Nightwalker was too naive to think that his attempts

only one explanation for why Naeve had been allowed to

his trusted allies — or a few — were Mordret's vessels. He had used Naeve and other asylum-seekers to carry him

extent of damage he would deal depended on how invested

Sunny shifted slightly.

shouldn't be his

the screams grew

two later, the doors opened, and Morgan walked in. Her hands were wet with blood… and

Naeve paled.

"W—why…"

glance, then looked at

watchers did not fail — it was just that the screening took

few moments, then

have a

on the floor near Naeve.

silently, a hint of pain evident on his

"I apologize, Your Majesty."

some kind of way to tell which bodies

a little apprehensive, because

at least imprison him. The Prince of Nothing was nearly immortal — at the very least,

very easily become a curse. Those who could not die ran the risk of ending up suffering eternal torment. While beings like Mordret — and Nephis to a lesser extent — could fear death

exploited to

Anvil sighed and leaned back. He seemed to be

Which were honestly quite shocking... he had expected some kind of diabolical stunt from the banished prince, but the bastard still managed to

thought, the more somber

development overall — they needed Anvil and Ki Song to grind each other down in a prolonged conflict, after

much more were the repercussions that Mordret's actions would have for those

Without the Nightwalkers, the connections between the Quadrants would become much more tenuous. How was the government going to deliver Sleepers to the Awakened Academy next year? How would resources be shared between the

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

were more

sighed quietly and looked at

Swords contemplating the same

Somehow, he doubted it.

gaze and looked at