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.

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

silent for

"...Are you okay?"

graceful figure drowning in

"What about you?"

grinned behind

that

she had fled downward, in the direction where the rest of their comrades

of the 'l‘error at

Saint, commanding her to stay safe, and stepped through the shadows once

the Saints of the

enough to erase the smile from his face, replacing it with a

'So many have died...‘

breath — Roan, l-lelie, Jest, and the unfortunate Saint who had been wounded by Silent Stalker

to be seen, and the rest of the Saints were now corpses — some of them damaged too

clinging to life. Lonesome Howl and her one remaining Reflection were engaged in a fierce brawl with Fiend, protecting her fragile human

asked him to make getting rid of it a priority, but he was glad

the flowing darkness, standing at the opposite end of the hall from him. She had dismissed her

sight of her, she

"Back!"

while Lonesome Howl herself gently grabbed Silent Stalker in her teeth and dragged

"Fiend! Come here!"

the retreating wolves with regret, and then stepped

four surviving Saints were now behind them, looking

in a sorry state — even Sir Jest, who had escaped with

wasn't covered in blood was Sunny himself. That was because it was rather hard to make him bleed — however, to those who did not know about

of them question if there really was a human body

man gone? Instead, a sinister abomination had taken his place, pure malice burning in its inhuman eyes. It had the body of a man and the legs of a goat, with two frightening horns growing from its disturbing, bestial head. The only word that

satyr, or a literal friend

suddenly felt a chill run down

the remaining undead Saints. The air seemed to crackle with tension, and none of the sides was

that a violent explosion shook the hall, and Nephis

a moment. Suddenly, a delicate beauty with white hair and shimmering

of Nephis. The creature looked like her, and had the same presence as her... and yet,