Shadow Slave novel Chapter 2403

Chapter 2403: Forced Enlightinment

On the slope above Sunny, Condemnation was absorbing the strands of silk into the vastness of its tenebrous body. The mighty black tendrils binding its limbs had already been assimilated, tearing as the towering giant broke free of their hold.

So were the lower segments of the Puppeteer’s legs — four of its legs, at least, which had been thrust into Condemnation’s chest. The giant moth let out a strange clicking sound as its limbs snapped, rivers of eerie black ichor flowing out of the terrible wounds like a tide. Everywhere the drops of dark liquid fell, the slope of the mountain itself seethed and boiled, giving birth to grotesque apparitions.

Losing its purchase on the body of Condemnation, the abominable moth should have plummeted down from a great height. However, instead, it was flattened against the towering shade’s titanic chest, slowly drowning in it, as if attracted by the pull of an irresistible force.

For a moment, it seemed as if the Puppeteer was in a desperate situation.

But then, Sunny saw something that stunned and terrified him. Something that should not have been possible.

Condemnation’s gargantuan head... separated from its body in a dreadful fountain of obsidian shrapnel.

The black moth had two legs left, after all — and using them, it had just finished brutally tearing the titanic shade’s head off its neck.

The Puppeteer looked small and delicate in front of the mountain-sized shadow of Condemnation, and yet, it easily raised the enormous head with its two thin legs.

Sunny was not sure if the giant black moth had a mouth...

But he was entirely certain that the head of Condemnation was being devoured, somehow.

It was swiftly reducing in size, torrents of darkness flowing down the towering shadow’s beheaded body while pieces of obsidian rained down like dark meteors. Their impacts damaged the slope of the mountain even more, sending deep cracks running through it.

Condemnation, meanwhile, was about to grasp the Puppeteer’s wings. However, those wings moved at the last moment, the sharp edges slicing through the titanic shade’s wrists like colossal blades.

In an instant, the towering giant lost both of its hands.

Beheaded and mutilated, Condemnation swayed...

And moved its arms to embrace the Puppeteer, seemingly unconcerned about the dreadful state of its material vessel.

Pieces of the slope, glacial ice, and vast tapestries of black silk were already being absorbed into its body, turning into Condemnation’s flesh.

The titanic shade was going to offer the Puppeteer a harrowing fight...

But Sunny knew that it was going to lose.

It could even be entirely destroyed — not sent back into his soul or the Shadow Realm itself, but simply annihilated, ceasing to exist forever... or perhaps becoming nourishment for the eerie black moth.

Sunny had not known that shades could even be destroyed. But he should have known better... there were few absolutes in the world of the Nightmare Spell. The fact that none of his shades had been destroyed before simply meant that he had not met a creature capable of destroying them yet.

As the Rank and Class of his enemies reached the peak of profane power, he was bound to meet one soon.

In fact, he already had — Sunny was pretty sure that Condemnation would have been able to assimilate shades back when it was reigning the Hollows of Godgrave, making them another part of its nebulous body.

So why would the Puppeteer be any different?

That was why Sunny could not rely on the rogue shade of Condemnation. If he wanted to defeat the abominable moth and win the Death Game, he could only rely on himself.

And for that...

He had to become someone who could kill the Puppeteer.

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