Shadow Slave novel Chapter 563

As they walked toward the gates, Sunny asked quietly:

"So… what happens now, exactly?"

Cassie thought for a few moments before answering.

"I am not sure. That depends on whether Saint Cormac is inside the Citadel or out exploring the Hollow Mountains. In any case, my standing should be good enough to at least get an audience with one of the Masters overseeing the Temple in his absence."

She hesitated, then added:

"If we are allowed inside, there are several rules you must follow. Outsiders aren't allowed to summon any Memories or Echoes inside the Citadel. We can only go into the allowed areas, unless a Master is escorting us. We may not speak with the inhabitants of the temple unless they address us first… additionally, all items we bring inside have to be inspected."

Sunny frowned. The rules were not only strange, but also strict and would put him at a disadvantage should anything happen. However, he remembered Sky Tide's warning… she told him not to break any rules inside Night Temple.

'Alright… I won't do anything risky unless absolutely necessary. Let's see how this plays out first.'

As they approached the ornate gates, two figures became visible standing on both sides of it. One was a man, and the other was a woman. Both sentinels were in their thirties and had calm, cold, dangerous eyes.

'So… these are the Lost.'

It was Sunny's first time meeting their kind. In truth, there was not much difference between them and those Awakened who had not lost their physical bodies.

…That was not to say that the sentinels were ordinary.

Both radiated an imposing, overbearing aura. Just from how the Lost held themselves, Sunny could tell that they were extremely experienced and fearsome warriors. Their armors were perfectly crafted, and their weapons had a dangerous luster, all clearly of a high Rank.

The pressure these sentinels exerted reminded him of the oldest and most deadly hunters of the Dark City, those who had survived long years of bloody battles in the hell of the Forgotten Shore. If he was honest, he had to admit that most Awakened anchored at the Sanctuary of Noctis seemed like children when compared to the two Lost.

These people were no joke. And there were a hundred more inside the cathedral, if what Cassie had told him was true. If all of them were the same as the sentinels…

Sunny suppressed a shiver.

He might have vastly underestimated the scale of the force that clan Valor had stationed at the precipice of the Hollow Mountains. The somber cathedral hid an entire army.

But… why only keep the Lost here? What purpose could it serve? The mystery had been tormenting him ever since he learned of it.

…At some point, one of the sentinels raised a hand, commanding them to stop. He studied both Sunny and Cassie for a while, and then said in a cold voice:

"Lady Song of the Fallen… what a nice surprise to see you again. I hope that the other members of your cohort are well."

His tone did not match the friendly words at all.

The blind girl simply nodded.

"They are well and in good health, anchored at the Sanctuary of Noctis."

The second sentinel raised an eyebrow and spoke:

"Oh? What prompted you to make the long journey and return to our modest Citadel, then? In a company of a stranger and without your loyal comrades, no less..."

Cassie glanced at Sunny and smiled.

"This is Awakened Sunless, and he is not a stranger. In fact, he is a dear friend of mine and one of the few people in this world I would trust with my life. Both of us used to be Lady Changing Star's companions."

Sunny almost choked.

'Such smooth lies… admirable!'

The blind girl, meanwhile, lingered for a moment, and then said:

"...We hoped to have an audience with Lord Cormac."

The sentinels remained silent for a while, making Sunny feel a bit nervous. Finally, one of them answered:

"Lord Cormac is carrying out one of his missions. He won't be back for several weeks, at least."

Cassie's smile didn't waver. Without skipping a bit, she said, her voice as polite and pleasant as before:

They were led into a small, chilly room at the side of the gate and handed two sets of simple garments made out of crude cloth, then locked inside. Sunny stared at the bundle in his hands with a perplexed expression. _{fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com}