Shadow Slave

Chapter 1902 Gruesome Affair Revel's darkness was chased away and diminished, but it still swirled around her like a cloud. Shrouded by it, she looked at Nephis.

Nephis was looking at her, as well.

Suddenly, a melodious voice resounded in the ruined hall, containing both the ferocity of the scorching surface of the sun and the tranquillity of sunshine reflecting from clear water:

"...You are the Lightslayer?"

Revel remained silent for a heartbeat.

Her battered, bleeding body looked like a dirty mess in front of the pristine, radiant spirit of light.

"That's what they call me, yes."

Nephis remained silent for a few moments, then spoke in her usual even tone: "I'm not impressed."

Her tone might have been emotionless, but that only made the remark sound more derisive.

It was as if she was saying... is that all? I am supposed to be slain by you? Hearing that, Revel smiled darkly.

"I‘m sorry for the disappointment, Lady Nephis."

With that, the ruined hall once again exploded with motion... the moment of peace was short—lived.

The scorching flames fell upon the princess of Song, as if possessing a life of their own. The radiance spirit seemed to turn into a streak of light, rushing at her with impossible speed.

Sunny was not far behind, either, knowing that this was their best chance to kill Revel.

Revel herself, meanwhile...

Took a step back and turned into a torrent of darkness.

The darkness did not attack, however. It did not try to defend itself, either — 7 instead, it flowed down and seeped into the cracked floorboards, disappearing from view.

The flames only licked the ancient wood, scorching it. Neph's strike missed. Sunny emerged from the shadows a split second too late.

Revel had fled.

Nephis, feeling her heat despite the incredible level of elemental resistance

was silent for a

"...Are you okay?"

her graceful

"What about you?"

behind

that is what you

anymore. Because they both knew what Revel's retreat meant — she had fled downward, in the direction where the

the corpse of the 'l‘error at all

commanding her to stay safe, and stepped through the shadows

he emerged in the chaos of the vast hall where the Saints of the Sword Army had been ambushed by

to erase the smile from

'So many have died...‘

Domain were appalling. He could only see four members of the conquest team still drawing breath — Roan, l-lelie, Jest, and the unfortunate Saint who

Saints were now corpses — some of them damaged too terribly to be of use

Stalker was a bloody mess, barely clinging to life. Lonesome Howl and her one remaining Reflection were engaged in a

know why Nephis had asked him to make

coalesced from the flowing darkness, standing at the opposite end of the hall from him. She had dismissed her Transcendent Form and looked like a human once

caught sight

"Back!"

Reflection lingered for a moment before retreating to stall Fiend, while Lonesome Howl herself gently grabbed Silent Stalker in her teeth and dragged her toward Revel like a

"Fiend! Come here!"

and

surviving Saints were now behind them, looking relieved at the sight of the Lord

Sir Jest, who had escaped with

fact, the only person in the vast hall whose armor wasn't covered in blood was Sunny himself. That was because it was rather hard to make him bleed — however, to those who

though, making some of them question if

Sir Jest's Transcendent form. Where had the amicable old man gone? Instead, a sinister abomination had taken his place, pure malice burning in its inhuman eyes. It had the body of

he a satyr, or a literal friend from the

suddenly felt a chill

Stalker, the Reflection, and the remaining undead Saints. The air seemed to crackle with tension, and none of the sides was in a hurry to make

was then that a violent explosion shook the hall, and

white hair and shimmering eyes — Moonveil — appeared near Revel, her

a Reflection of Nephis. The creature looked like her, and