Shadow Slave novel Chapter 2381

Chapter 2381: End of the Hunt

It was the dead of night when Sunny and Kai returned to the temple. Slayer was still resting, so he simply placed one of the jade figurines next to her and handed the other one to Kai.

The last one, though... that last one, he kept to himself.

The Shrine was tilted and drowning in lava, so placing the figures on the altar was an awkward task. Still, Kai could fly, so it did not pose much of a problem. As the third ring of ash was forming around his soul core, Sunny left once again, threw a wary look at the eerie sculptures rising from the lake of lava, and made his sacrifice.

This was going to be the last truth he would learn before slaying the Snow Tyrant. They were going to leave the Shrine of Truth in a few hours, which meant that even if another abomination fell to their blades, he would only be able to make another offering after conquering the Snow Castle — if it was similar to the castle of Ash.

Sunny was not sure what would happen after the Tyrant died, so there was even a possibility that this was going to be the last truth he would receive as a reward in this accursed game.

He took a deep breath.

The figure of the Snow Demon drowned in the lava, and Sunny found himself somewhere else once again.

But this truth was unlike the rest.

Sunny was in pain.

His nebulous body was being eaten alive by a harrowing curse, his secretive mind was being consumed by vicious illusions. His heart was being torn apart by indescribable dread, and his very spirit was broken, his will and desire to live ripped from it by a cruel hand.

There was no solace for him, no reprieve.

No choice but to die.

And yet, he refused to. He staggered, walking across the sand with unsteady steps, surrounded by darkness. Somewhere above, the ebony sky shimmered with the light of a myriad of silver stars, but their pale radiance was not enough to illuminate the shadowy valley, let alone warm his mangled, freezing body.

Blood was flowing out of his mouth, spilling through the fangs of his mask as it shone with a beautiful golden light... with the light of divinity.

Radiant blood was flowing out of the wounds littering his body, too, soaking the fabric of his dark mantle.

Step. Step. Another step.

Sunny was running out of steps he was fated to make. There were only a few left.

"Aahhhh..."

A groan slipped from his lips, its subtle sound distorted by the mask.

Then, another sound came.

The sound of leaves rustling under the foot of a predator. The sound of graceful wings parting the night sky.

The sound of an arrow piercing the fabric of fate.

The arrowhead hit him in the neck, and he was thrown to the ground.

Sunny fell to his knees, the drops of golden blood shining like precious gems on the sand. Raising a hand, he grasped the smooth black wood of the arrow’s shaft — not too dissimilar to the polished wooden surface of his mask — and pulled the arrow out, shattering it in his grip.

The firm hand of the archer who had sent the arrow flying was much too weak to harm a being such as him. It only managed to pierce his flesh because there had already been a wound there, on his neck, left by a far more dreadful foe.

The arrow was of no consequence...

The legendary poison smeared on its tip, however, was anything but. It was a poison that was not supposed to exist in the world anymore, and yet, here it was.

A chilling cold spread through his body with harrowing speed. Then, it invaded his soul, his mind, and his spirit.

Suddenly, Sunny felt weak.

He even found it difficult to keep his eyes open. His broken body shuddered.

Cold, cold.

He was cold, and alone.

He was going to leave alone, unwitnessed... just like he had lived. No one would even remember that he existed at all.

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