Shadow Slave novel Chapter 593

Sunny opened his eyes, disoriented. The orange glow of the fire and the dancing shadows on the shattered walls, the smell of blood, the tearing pain in his chest… he had escaped the Soul Sea and returned to the scorched heart of the Night Temple. _{freeweɓnovel.cѳm}

He had prevailed… but what was going on?

It felt as if he was falling…

Why was he falling?

Sunny crashed onto the cracked stone plates of the floor and heard Welthe's body falling somewhere nearby. A tortured groan escaped from his lips, and then a stifled curse.

'What the hell…'

Although his battle with Mordret had lasted for a while, it seemed that just a single moment passed in the real world. That time had not even been enough for Sunny to properly fall down.

The Quiet Dancer was still in the same position, and Cassie was still rushing over, dagger in hand.

'I... survived?'

However, why did it feel like he was forgetting something?

Sunny strained his wounded body, trying to sit up. He felt exhausted and weak — both from his physical injuries and the damage his soul had sustained in the harrowing battle against Prince of Nothing.

What… what was it?

Cassie was already by his side, reaching out to help him sit. Her rapier hovered in the air, and then turned, the tip of its blade aiming at Welthe's unmoving form.

'Oh, right… where did Mordret disappear to?'

Suddenly, his eyes widened.

Sunny raised his head, pointing at Welthe.

"K—kill her!"

The Quiet Dancer was already flashing through the air, reacting faster than its master. Cassie frowned.

"What? Isn't he d…"

But it was too late.

Welthe suddenly moved, her hand shooting forward to catch the flying rapier by the blade. The sharp point stopped just a few centimeters away from her throat.

…No, Mordret wasn't dead. He had simply run away, retreating from a fight that he knew he wouldn't be able to win.

Back to his previous vessel.

Cassie stared at the Prince of Nothing in shock, and then shrieked when thin cracks appeared on the blade of the graceful rapier. She hurriedly dismissed the Echo, saving it from the crushing grip, and pulled Sunny to his feet.

"What… what do we do now?!"

Sunny saw the body of the Ascended knight stirring, as if slowly coming back to life. Her hollow eyes suddenly glistened, becoming full of dark will and lethal intelligence once again.

His heart skipped a beat.

Now that Mordret had failed to both enslave and possess Sunny, there was only one use for him left. Torture the Weaver's Mask out of him, and then dispose of what was left.