Shadow Slave

Chapter 1906 Dark Armor Moments later, Sunny emerged from the darkness onto a towering pyre of burning debris. The garden temple had indeed fallen, devoured by a raging inferno. The mound of rubble still blazed, and the intense heat would have reduced an ordinary human to ash instantly.

Even a Saint could have been incinerated or suffocated by the thick, black smoke. However, thanks to the Onyx Mantle, Sunny was largely unharmed—it wasn’t comfortable, but he could navigate the burning ruins freely.

He quickly located Saint. She stood out distinctly—amid the fiery wreckage, there was an area shrouded in impenetrable darkness, silent and serene.

His Shadow was within. While he couldn’t see her, he sensed her presence and that of his shadows.

Sunny paused at the edge of the sphere of true darkness for a few moments. “…That’s new.”

Saint had always carried a bit of elemental darkness within her, true. But she had never been able to summon it in this way—only to use it to manifest a weapon or cloak a Memory.

It seemed that defeating the Reflection had filled the Heart of Darkness to capacity, allowing her powers to evolve. From what he could tell, Saint had gained an ability similar to Revel’s—she could now blanket an entire area with her darkness. The range wasn’t as extensive as Revel’s, but it was still significant.

Additionally, subtle changes in the darkness hinted at the presence of ancient protective wards, possibly remnants of the Citadel’s original defenses that could now be harnessed for their own use.

Sunny smiled.

What was important was the synergy between this new power and Saint's [Mantle of Darkness] Ability.

“When surrounded by darkness, especially true darkness, her speed and strength will increase. Her wounds will heal...”

Now that Saint could freely unleash elemental darkness, she could remain enveloped by it at all times. This meant she could almost always benefit fully from the [Mantle of Darkness].

to it as

wasn’t sure how to assist Saint in evolving, he felt that this new power could be her first step toward becoming a Tyrant. After all, Tyrants were beings who exerted their influence over the world—similar to the Sovereigns, but in their

often both. The ability to engulf an area in elemental darkness was akin to gaining

“Isn’t that right?”

one of the incarnations wrapped around Saint’s body—otherwise, he would have been blinded by his own Shadow’s power, which would have

the strange and miraculous sensation of merging with another being once more. A faint, harmonious resonance echoed between

otherworldly feeling of being one with Saint's body. He also felt a sense of relief, noticing that her severe wounds were healing—she had spent all that time nestled within her own summoned darkness, nourished and sustained

loud noise diverted his

the sound of a battered onyx breastplate clattering to the ground.

Then, he blinked again.

“No, wait. What?!”

be removing her

doubt. He was seeing the world through her eyes after all—the elegant stone knight stood in the darkness, methodically stripping off her shattered armor. She

had seen glimpses of Saint's face and skin before, but never outside the intricate, formidable

inhumanly beautiful face. Her skin matched the

stonelike. Now that Sunny could sense it, he realized more clearly than ever that she was a being

the beautiful statue of the Storm God he had once seen in the shrine

who Nether had drawn inspiration from when

an indifferent look and continued removing her armor. However, as she did so, faint glowing runes appeared

the ground, leaving her completely unprotected. Sunny recalled that she hadn’t come here

she taking off the