Shadow Slave novel Chapter 2402

Chapter 2402 Doubtless

The world shook and shook as the Cursed Tyrant and the Sacred shade clashed. The immense vastness of Condemnation was straining against the gargantuan pillars of black silk that bound its limbs, while the Puppeteer straddled its chest, reaching for the giant's face.

It seemed to have the upper hand at the moment, but the shadow of Condemnation was already retaliating. Even if it could not break the countless strands of silk, it had already began assimilating them.

Everything that touched Condemnation was condemned to become a part of it, and the black silk was no exception.

But was the Puppeteer an exception?

Sunny did not know, and he did not have time to observe the battle between the Tyrants - one living, one dead - closely. Because his only chance to free himself from the invisible strings cast by the Puppeteer was now, while the accursed moth was distracted by the shadow of Condemnation.

Sadly.

Contrary to his hopes, the Puppeteer did not seem distracted at all. Even while fighting the titanic foe, it maintained flawless control of its strings - in fact, their silken vice had only grown more crushing, making Sunny reel and sway at the edge of the abyss.

He could feel the last shreds of certainty slipping away from him. He was not even entirely sure of who he was anymore.

Once he lost himself entirely, he would truly and utterly turn into an obedient puppet of the harrowing black moth.

'I. refuse!'

As the invisible strings sliced him apart, Sunny continued to fight them, to exterminate the doubt plaguing his mind, and to strive to break free.

All the things he had done to gain freedom, everything that he had sacrificed to break his chains. And what, he would become a damn insect's toy?

Sunny raged against his doubt, against the invisible strings, tearing more and more of himself apart to escape them.

But what was the point?

The strings were unbreakable.

It was all hopeless.

The suffering was overwhelming.

'Ah.'

He knew suffering well. From the cruel expanse of the Forgotten Shore, no, from even earlier than that. From the suffocating maze of the outskirts until now, every step he took was accompanied by unbearable pain.

That was life. That was the truth of his existence. Of all existence. An endless struggle to fuel the Flame, an endless struggle that was the Flame, a terrible furnace that endlessly devoured itself to continue devouring, struggling, and burning.

An endless, vile, self-sustaining curse, So wasn't it. Wasn't it enough?

Did he really have to suffer more? To struggle more?

Struggle.

Did he not deserve to stop struggling, for once?

Sunny shivered, enveloped by the invisible strings. The strings were wrapped tightly around him, their cold touch promising peace and solace.

'.No.'

It wasn't enough.

Solace was a sin. Peace was death.

Stop struggling?

'Like hell!'

Sunny would only stop struggling when he was dead.

And he was technically already dead - so.

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