Shadow Slave novel Chapter 2395

Chapter 2395: Check

In the end, Sunny did not punch Kai into unconsciousness. The charming archer did, however, put himself into a state of deep slumber by commanding himself to sleep without seeing any dreams — Sunny remained nearby, standing guard above his sleeping figure while focusing completely on weaving.

When the sun rose and an ethereal bridge of glistening glass formed between the Snow Castle and the fuming volcano, a dreadful mental attack did, indeed, descend upon him like divine punishment.

Sunny winced as his hands faltered, a sudden discord introduced into the vast tapestry of essence strings he was weaving.

’Is it playing with me?’

Shaking his head, he corrected the flawed pattern and continued with his work.

The Puppeteer seemed to be probing his mental defenses. Even then, that single harrowing attack easily pierced his resistances and the invisible armor of Will he had forged around himself, forcing its way into his mind. Sunny felt himself reeling, an insidious presence taking root in his head.

His sense of reality started to fall apart.

Grumbling under his breath, Sunny partitioned the compromised part of his mind and isolated it from the rest of him. It helped to cope with the insidious, irresistible mental invasion of the Puppeteer... but only for a short while.

Soon enough, the tendrils of mind-altering corruption spread beyond the walls Sunny had erected, infecting more of him. Luckily, it was not the capital letter Corruption, but simply the mental plague summoned into existence by a Cursed Tyrant instead...

’Luckily? Does that word really apply here?’

Sunny smiled darkly.

’Just a fallen god taking over my mind. No big deal...’

He isolated the newly compromised parts of his mind too.

’Let’s see who’ll last longer, bastard.’

Sunny had developed quite a stunning ability to split his mind into countless streams over the years, after all. From perceiving the world through his shadows, to controlling seven incarnations, to commanding the vast Shadow Legion and watching over the members of the Shadow Clan... he was quite adept at compartmentalization by now.

As the sun was rising from beyond the horizon, he and the Puppeteer played an eerie game. The giant black moth slowly conquered more and more of Sunny’s mind, while Sunny calmly quarantined the contaminated parts and went on weaving.

It grew more and more difficult as time went on, however.

His hands slowed down, and the vision of the vast pattern of essence strings he held in his mind turned blurry. By the end of it all, Sunny halted completely, staring into the distance with an absent expression.

He was uncomfortably close to starting to drool.

Then, the sun separated from the sea of molten gold it had turned the clouds into and hovered above the horizon, slowly climbing up. The ethereal glass bridge evaporated, and at the same time, the foreign presence that had been slowly consuming his mind retreated in an instant.

Sunny let out a shaky breath and reassembled his mind into a single whole, swaying lightly as he did.

He remained motionless for a few moments, then resumed weaving with a somber expression.

His lips were pursed, and his voice was subdued:

"Ah... that was quite unpleasant."

And it had been merely a probing attack, at that. Experiencing the full brunt of the Puppeteer’s might would be a far more appalling experience.

Sunny grimaced.

Throughout the day, as the weave of the Evening Star came together, the things he had been waiting for happened one after another.

Kai woke up from his deep slumber. The Wolf and its pack were fully mended. Slayer recovered from her wounds almost at the very last moment and rose from his shadow, just as full of malice and malevolence as she had been before.

The murderous Shadow had been absent for a few days, so he had to fulfill the conditions of their deal and make a blood sacrifice to her once more. Slayer drank deeply of his blood, and once again, her obsidian eyes seemed to ignite with a hint of remembrance for a few fleeting moments.

But then, they slowly reverted to being cold and unfeeling, devoid of their splendid luster.

This time, for the first time, Sunny felt disturbed by the subtle change that had briefly happened to his Shadow.

He could not help but ask himself once again...

’Did she? Did she really kill Weaver?’

The graceful Shadow stood motionlessly by his side, her hollow eyes betraying no emotion.

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