Shadow Slave novel Chapter 2721

The being drifted in a dark vastness of shattered memories.

It was vaguely aware of its own existence, but it did not know what it had been, what it was, what it would become.

The cold abyss of broken memories surrounding it seemed boundless. The memories belonged to different creatures, different ages, different worlds. Some were sweet, while some were awful. Some were faint and brittle, while some were clear and sharp as if etched into eternity. The being was lost in the labyrinth of those memories, unable to remember itself. Time and space were meaningless in the absence of awareness... and yet, the being felt a faint certainty.

A subtle premonition of its doom.

If it failed to find itself soon, it would dissolve into the ocean of memories forever, becoming something else. Something mindless, weak, and destined to cease.

'How... vexing.'

The being thought that the evanescence of its existence was daunting. It did not possess limbs — or a body, for that matter — nor did it have a concept of possessing them. Not that things like that existed in the cold abyss of recollections. Still, the being wanted to reach for the memories, so it shaped its Will into long tendrils and grasped the nearest one.

In the next moment...

It saw the last battle of a war for the throne of a dying world.

The being was a blind woman who perceived the world through the senses of others, walking down the steps of an ancient black tower. With each step, a dull pain radiated from beneath her bloodied blindfold. All around her, countless humans and abominations were preparing to face the final siege of the war — even if its outcome had already been decided.

There were too many of them to count, but oddly enough, only a few were individuals. They were those precious few who had yet to succumb to the plague... the remainder were merely vessels of her last ally, the hateful butcher of the north.

Walking out of the Ebony Tower, the blind woman faced the familiar expanse of the Chained Island.

Out there, separated from the flying island by a vast chasm and the great length of seven celestial chains, the forces of humanity were arrayed against them.

More than a hundred Saints. Thousands of Masters. Countless Awakened warriors... Seishan and her sisters were among them. So were the Saints of the House of Night, Sky Tide, Roan... even her own Fire Keepers. And their master, naturally.

All of them were ready to attack the Ebony Tower.

The Sky Below would have served as a natural barrier for most, but Nightwalker was there as well, ready to fold space and deliver the besieging army to her doorstep. The Ivory Island loomed in the distance, as well, and the Night Garden could appear at any moment.

“Quite a sight, isn't it?"

She turned her head faintly, acknowledging the man who had spoken to her — the wicked monster with eyes that reflected the world back on itself.

The blind woman lingered for a moment, then said indifferently:

"I wouldn't know’

He laughed.

Once the echoes of his laughter were swallowed by the wind, the man added in a mocking tone:

“It all could have been avoided if you had let me loose, you know? Ah, but alas. You and your senseless morality."

He paused briefly, then asked:

"So, what does defeat taste like?"

The blind woman lingered for a long time. When she finally spoke, her dark voice was full of defiance:

"...I am not defeated yet."

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