Shadow Slave

Chapter 1928: Dawn of a New Era. Chapter 1928: Dawn of a New Era.

The old man possessed a formidable mind —which was not surprising, really. As a member of the First Generation, he had endured the darkest era of humanity, facing countless dreadful ordeals and overcoming them with great tenacity and determination.

The fact that he had lived to his respectable age was proof enough of just how much willpower he possessed.

However, today, the old man encountered an ordeal that he would not be able to overcome…

It was Cassie.

Kneeling near the bloodied prisoner, she pulled off her blindfold and looked him into the eyes — of course, Cassie's had marked him already, so what she actually saw was herself.

The old man smiled darkly, and finally spoke.

«Song of the Fallen. I've heard about you.»

She responded quietly:

«And I you, Master Orum.»

She knew that he might attempt to commit suicide if given enough time — in fact, he would have done so already if the nature of her Aspect had not been a closely guarded secret. So, there was little time to waste, especially considering that there were several other captured spies she would have to interrogate later.

But this one… this one was more valuable to Cassie, because he had lived a long life, and would know many secrets that had nothing to do with the clandestine side of the Domain War.

Looking into the man's eyes, Cassie activated her Transcendent Ability.

Master Orum's formidable mental defences crumbled easily under her tyrannical attack…

was reliving the memories of the old man. If anything, it was a relief, since Master Orum was very much human — his point of

to access. The fear, the pain, the despair of being caught… but below it all, an eerie sense of calm and cold determination,

human, many details of his recent past already erased by the passage

royal order with relative ease, finding the details of Orum's clandestine activity. How long he had been relaying information to Song, what methods he used, which secrets he had shared,

his most precious secrets, and how helpless the

no sign of having achieved her goal. Instead, she kept looking into Orum's eyes, diving deeper

and important than others. They were his core memories, as well as those memories that had just got stuck

onlookers. So,

finally… she discovered

however, it was incredibly sharp and vivid, hinting at how important these

seconds later,

—— —— ——

like corpses of metallic beasts, their armor bent and

of terror were echoing in the smoke, drowning in the

«Orie! Orie!»

been running for his life, overcome by pain and despair. At the sound of a

whom he had been dragging along, was sprawled on the ground a dozen meters away, having fallen a

cold fear

even noticed when her hand slipped out of

up from the ground and

Come

figure lunged at them from the smoke, frenzied madness

one of the infected… or whatever these demons

Orum froze.