Shadow Slave novel Chapter 1905

Chapter 1905: Pyrrhic Victory

As it turned out, the Citadel had several spacious underground levels. That only made sense, considering that the lake surrounding it was transient — it swelled when the Hollows were flooded and drained once the water flowed through the ribs of the dead deity into its titanic spine.

So, those levels were only situated below the ground level when the lake was full. Most of the time, they would actually be above the water, and so, there was another grand entrance situated lower than the vast hall where the ambush had taken place.

Sunny found the Gateway beneath a crystal dome situated not far from that entrance.

He remained still for a few moments, bewildered by what he saw and felt there.

There was a small grove growing behind the transparent walls of the dome. The walls were enveloped by scarlet vines from outside — however, there were perfectly normal plants growing inside.

Emerald grass, ancient oaks, soft moss, and beautiful flowers blooming on the meadow hidden at the heart of the grove, where a small pond of pristine water stood still in the tranquil darkness.

These were the first plants that had not been twisted by Corruption that Sunny found in Godgrave — in all of Dream Realm, perhaps, apart from those brought here by the inhabitants of the waking world.

More than that, he sensed something as he entered the crystal dome. A pure and unmistakable feeling of sacredness permeated the air here, as if the taint consuming the rest of this cursed region had never managed to find its way inside the crystal dome.

’The pond is the Gateway.’

Sunny glanced at the calm water, realizing that he could not determine how deep it was. Then, he turned away with a shrug and stepped through the shadows back to where he had left Nephis and the other Saints.

Soon, all of them sought refuge in the grove.

The Citadel above them was burning and falling apart. Its walls were resilient enough to repel the incinerating flames summoned by Nephis... at least for a while. However, the castle had become overgrown by the scarlet infestation over the ages — the vines and trees piercing its structure were like kindling, helping the fire spread and destroy the ancient walls.

It would reach these lower levels soon, as well. However, Nephis could protect at least one floor from being consumed by flames.

The bloodied Saints sat silently on the grass, too tired and rattled to talk. Only Sir Jest seemed to be in a pleasant mood, but even he was keeping his mouth shut, concentrating on cleaning the cane he had picked up from the floor before leaving the ground level.

One of them had to erase Revel’s imprint on the Citadel and replace it with their own. However, six of the seven surviving Saints already controlled a Citadel of their own — doing so would relinquish their authority over it. The person most suited for the job was the Saint who had been wounded in the ambush, but he was currently unconscious.

There were a few things they could do, but after discussing it shortly, the Saints of the Sword Army had decided to simply wait for a while.

...Of course, Sunny could have taken the Citadel too. After all, he had seven incarnations and could place seven tethers instead of one — but that was not something he wanted the King of Swords to know. So, he just sat down and stared into the distance.

There was a lot for him to think about.

The battle... technically, they had won it. They had repelled the ambush and conquered the Citadel — the Gateway, at least — thus fulfilling the goal of the expedition force. Soon, the authority of the King of Swords would spread to central Godgrave, and his Domain would stretch all the way from the Clavicle Plain to the Breastbone Reach.

Even if Seishan and her Seventh Legion managed to take the Citadel in the west, the Song Domain would still possess fewer Citadels, control less territory, and be pressed to reach deeper into the Hollows from their remote stronghold.

The Sword Army had achieved a victory today.

Nephis had more experience of being a leader than he had, and she had ordered many more people to their deaths. However, one never grew accustomed to such things... well, actually, maybe that statement was wrong. Anvil and Ki Song seemed to have built quite a tolerance to sacrificing human lives for their goals, and there should have been plenty of others like them.

But Nephis had not. So, she was most likely hurting right now.

On the other hand... while she was leading these warriors, she was also plotting against their king. In a sense, she was an outsider among them — a traitor, even. She only cared about who ended up in control of the Citadel as far as needing the two Sovereigns to weaken each other was concerned.

It must have been a difficult situation to navigate, both morally and emotionally.

Added to that was the fact that her capacity for emotions and morality — for humanity itself — was currently somewhat washed away by the immolating flames of her Aspect.

Sunny wanted to talk to her, but they could hardly exchange an honest word while surrounded by the rest of the Saints.

After a while, the members of the conquest party regained some level of composure, or maybe simply grew bored with silence. They started to talk, sharing the information about the battle with each other.

Sunny listened for a while, learning about what Moonveil and Lonesome Howl were capable of. He briefly shared his own experience fighting Revel, as well, which earned him a heavy look from Nephis.

After that, he couldn’t wait anymore. The fire was already spreading to this floor, and the world had quaked terribly some time ago, signifying that the upper levels of the Citadel collapsed. Since Nephis was going to be busy preventing the flames from damaging the crystal dome, Sunny announced that he would check the situation above and dissolved into shadows.

He was going to check on Saint.