Shadow Slave novel Chapter 1214

Chapter 1214 Source of Nightmares

"Move, monster!"

An Ascended of Clan Valor had fear in his eyes as he pushed Mordret in the back with the butt of his spear. Mordret had already been walking as fast as he could, so the forceful push made him stumble and fall.

The blistering white sand burned his mangled face.

He sighed, then struggled to stand up.

One of his eyes was gone, and he had only one hand left. His Reflections had all been destroyed. His body was in a sorry state…

Even though Mordret had managed to escape the rampage of the Great being, his luck in the Nightmare Desert was awful. Soon after entering it, he stumbled on the pursuing Gate Guardian, and after barely surviving that unfortunate encounter, a band of surviving Masters of Clan Valor ambushed and overpowered him.

He had failed to finish off his sister, too.

'A pity.'

Now, his arms were bound behind his back with enchanted shackles. Even if he wanted to abandon his original body, he was temporarily trapped within it… the heavy chains were probably not the tool Morgan had planned to imprison him with, but they too were forged by his father.

Getting out of the shackles was going to be troublesome. If anything, though, having only one hand left could help with that.

"Stand up!"

Mordret sighed in exasperation.

"I'm trying… really now, is this how you treat a prince of Valor?"

Instead of the answer, the Master angrily hit him in the ribs.

Mordret plopped back into the scorching sand.

Another voice resounded from somewhere above:

"Stop it! You're only slowing us down… the Skinwalker has to be drawing close. If we want to survive, we need to reach the Citadel as soon as possible."

Indeed, that was the only reason that the stragglers of Clan Valor had kept him alive — they wanted Mordret to show them the way to the Black Skull Citadel.

The Nightmare Desert was vast, but with the Echo mounts, the band of survivors had been able to traverse a great deal of distance in the past day. Their luck was also not too bad — the area where the Call had pulled them was not that far from the Citadel.

With Mordret's help, they managed to make it most of the way there. _{freewёbn૦νeɭ.com}

The last stretch, however, had to be traversed on foot.

Someone pulled him to his feet. The woman was trying to appear calm, but he could feel her fear… the Ascended had encountered the Skinwalker, too. In fact, the ones with him now were simply those who had survived the encounter. They knew that death — or something much worse — was relentlessly pursuing them.

"Lead the way. Your life depends on reaching the Black Skull, too. Where is it?!"

Mordret lingered for a moment, then smiled.

"Don't worry. We're already close."

He walked forward, navigating between white dunes and ancient ruins.

After several hours of suffocating heat, they finally saw the giant black skull appear in the distance. The Masters froze for a moment, excitement burning in their eyes.

…Mordret, however, silently took a step back.

He shook his head.

These people asked him where the Citadel was, and he led them here.

However, they should have asked another question as well.

The question was really simple…

What had he done with the corpses of the Awakened inside the Black Skull Citadel?