Shadow Slave novel Chapter 2611

Chapter 2611: More Dreadful Wraith

The ghostly crewmates of the spectral ship all wielded power similar to that of Corrupted abominations. Most were akin to Beasts, while the captain was akin to a Monster — at least that had been the case during the brief skirmish between the vanguard of the wraith armada and the Night Garden in the past.

Jet could feel that this particular crew was more powerful than the scouts who had attempted to board the living ship before, and had no doubt that there were far more dreadful beings among the ghosts the Dutchman commanded — Demons, Devils, and even abominations of the Great Rank.

But it did not matter.

The ghastly armada was vast, and there seemed to be an endless number of lost souls populating the ethereal, rotting ships. They were wraiths, which meant that most Awakened would be in great peril in a battle against the Dutchman’s otherworldly army. But for that very reason, Jet was their natural enemy.

Her Aspect allowed her to directly destroy the souls of her enemies, after all. Not only that, but she grew stronger with each enemy she killed. Her essence was replenished, and the cold shattered star of her soul core grew both in size and volume... one dark jagged shard at a time.

After two relentless decades of carnage and slaughter, her jigsaw soul core had become vast and expansive, looming above her Soul Sea like a broken sun.

And that, in turn, allowed her to augment her undying body with essence far past the limits of what any other Awakened was capable of, both granting her fierce power and allowing her to sustain that ferocity for a longer time — almost indefinitely, as long as there were living beings for her to kill.

Or undead beings...

It mattered not to Jet.

As the crew of the spectral ship rose from ghostly light and rushed at her, she saw them clearly. Their ancient armor was shredded and torn, their phantasmal bodies underneath were covered in terrible wounds, and their cold empty eyes burned with ethereal green flames.

There was no frenzied hunger or demented fury in their gazes, though, line in those of most Nightmare Creatures... just torment.

Lunging forward to meet the tide of murderous wraiths, Jet spun her war scythe and easily sliced the nearest of specters in half. A mundane blade — or even an enchanted one — would have simply passed through his ephemeral body as if it were passing through mist, but her scythe severed the soul of the spectral abomination just as easily as it would have severed flesh.

The silhouette of the ancient wraith rippled and dissolved into a dying flash of pale light, disappearing forever.

Those who had managed to slay these strange beings before reported that the Nightmare Spell did not announce their deaths, and there were no soul shards left behind them either.

But Jet could clearly feel the end of the ghostly sailor’s existence. A stream of essence entered her soul, and a new shard was added to the jagged orb of her broken soul core, making it a fraction bigger.

The Spell whispered into her ear, as well.

[You have slain a... you have slain a... you have...]

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