Shadow Slave novel Chapter 2397

Chapter 2397: To a Flame

Sunny froze.

He was not being subjected to a harrowing attack, and yet, that did not make him feel any less alarmed. If anything, he felt more shaken than he would have if the Puppeteer had thrown all its profane power into an obliterating assault.

Because despite the fact that the world had changed, and Sunny himself was vastly more powerful now than he had been before, one truth remained the same since the turbulent days of his youth.

It was that among all the horrors of the Nightmare Spell, none were more sinister and dreadful than the ones who could speak like humans.

’Damnation.’

He looked up and studied the motionless Puppeteer, who loomed far above him like a black insectile cliff.

’Don’t answer, don’t answer, don’t...’

Then, his lips moved on their own:

"...Who’s speaking?"

There were a few moments of silence, and then the soft voice resounded from nowhere — it was as if the wind itself was answering:

"I am Moth."

Sunny narrowed his eyes, unsure what to say.

The Cursed Tyrant... was talking to him.

The terrifying moth perching atop the mountain was engaging him in conversation, and on top of that, it was polite and soft-spoken.

’What the... hell...’

He exhaled slowly.

"Why are you talking to me, though?"

The Puppeteer remained silent for a moment, then answered with a question of its own.

"...Why not?"

Sunny could not help but let out a stifled chuckle.

’This is ridiculous...’

His Flaw still forced him to answer, though.

"Because you are a Nightmare Creature. An abomination. You and I are enemies, no?"

The gargantuan moth moved its antennae slightly.

"...Are we enemies? Why?"

Sunny laughed.

Sunny smiled darkly.

"Solace? The reason for all this misery is that they seek solace? How truly ironic. No wonder someone told me once that solace is a sin."

The Puppeteer stirred.

"It is in the depths of the Flame. Life is war; peace is death... these are the laws carved into existence by the Incarnations of Flame."

Sunny was getting a little confused. The way the Puppeteer spoke and the names it used were strange. The Flame... since the Puppeteer described the Flame as the opposite of the Void, it must have meant the vast universe created by the gods — the existence itself. Or did it mean the original Desire, from the flames of which the gods had been born?

Maybe it was both. There was probably no distinction between the two for a creature like the Puppeteer. The Incarnations of Flame it mentioned were the gods, then...

While Sunny considered the implication of these words, the soft voice spoke again, this time hiding a hint of enmity:

"What a hideous, cruel world they’ve created. Here, solace is indeed a sin... but more than that, it is a lie. There is no solace to be found — not for you, and not for me. Those poor wretches of my kind who are blinded by the Flame cannot see the truth, but I am different from them. I am not blind, and I am not drawn to the Flame. I have no desire to become ash."

Sunny frowned, staring at the giant black moth with a strange expression.

"So, what you mean to say... is that only the weaker Nightmare Creature can’t overcome the irresistible urge to devour and destroy anything not touched by the Corruption. But you are so much stronger and above them all that you can keep that urge in check. In fact, you are not beholden to the Corruption at all."

The Puppeteer did not answer immediately. It remained silent for a while, and then asked suddenly, a hint of something strange and eerie seeping into its seemingly soft voice:

"...You have never known anything but the Flame, Liberator, so you do not question its tenets. But let me answer the question you asked of me with a question of my own. Why do we have to be enemies? Is it because of me, a creature touched by the Void? Or is it because of you, a creature born of the Flame? Of the Flame..."

Where life was war.