Shadow Slave; Chapter 1961 Soul of a poet
Several more days passed… Sunny would have lost count of how many, honestly, if not for the fact that two of his incarnations were out there in the world —…
Growing up in poverty, Sunny never expected anything good from life. However, even he did not anticipate being chosen by the Nightmare Spell and becoming one of the Awakened — an elite group of people gifted with supernatural powers.
Transported into a ruined magical world, he found himself facing against terrible monsters — and other Awakened — in a deadly battle of survival.
What’s worse, the shadow powers he received happened to possess a small, but potentially fatal side effect…
Several more days passed… Sunny would have lost count of how many, honestly, if not for the fact that two of his incarnations were out there in the world —…
A deep yawn escaped Sunny as he kneaded his weary shoulders. Despite his status as a Saint — and an extraordinary one at that — even he had his limits.…
For all the reverence the Lord of Shadows commanded, his reputation paled before the luminous legacy of Changing Star, last scion of the Immortal Flame clan. The contrast made perfect…
At the column’s head, Nephis advanced with her characteristic grace, every bit as luminous as Sunny remembered. Filtered sunlight pierced the clouded veil above, catching her silver hair in its…
Eventually, they ended up sitting at a table across from each other. Nephis was delighting in the meal Sunny had prepared, savoring it with a satisfied smile on her captivating…
Once again, Sunny felt Neph’s gentle touch, and a pleasant warmth enveloped his body, washing all his pain away. The relief was palpable and exhilarating, dazing him for a short…
Nephis had only just returned to the camp, so she did not know about the memories of Master Orum yet. Sunny selfishly wanted to stay in her company for a…
Somewhere far away, a titanic humerus bone hung far above the desolate ashen wasteland like a floating mountain chain. It was the right arm of the dead deity that connected…
Master Karna of the Maharana Clan observed the white slopes of the dead god’s arm with a somber expression. The abominable jungle was gone, and the caravan was far above…
Darkness had descended upon Godgrave, where the sun never set. Karna was both startled and, despite not wanting to admit it, scared. He had in his possession a Memory that…