Shadow Slave novel Chapter 2738

The being that used to be Song of the Fallen abandoned the dark memory, still painted in grim shades by the feelings of powerlessness and apprehension captured in it.

It was a little sad and a little uncomfortable, to witness someone as fearsome as the Lord of Shadows feeling so stumped and restrained.

The Lord of Shadows... his memories were odd and eerie, permeated by a staggering vastness of his consciousness and an alien kind of perception that very few beings shared. She vaguely remembered being strained by sharing his senses, and even now, it was too easy to get lost in them.

The Lord of Shadows was vast and powerful, but even he had been restrained by the quiet, insidious conquest of the Dreamspawn.

‘This man, Yutra... he was the first.'

But he had not been the last.

Knowing what to look for now, she extended the tendrils of her Will toward countless memories — those that belonged to her, and those that did not — assembling them into a narrative of what had followed the eerie interrogation.

The world... was changing at a startling speed, guided by its ruinous star toward the inevitable final clash against the Nightmare. They were all so terribly busy, having to put out countless fires that ignited all across the Dream Realm and the waking world each day — all the while planning and building for the quickly approaching, frightening future. One world was already being swallowed by the other. Even if the process was only just beginning, the consequences could already be felt. The distance between various areas, which had seemed impermeable, was changing. The powerful Nightmare Creatures that used to dwell in remote Death Zones were stirring, some of them already starting to migrate toward the human borders.

The waking world was not unscathed, either. The number of Nightmare Gates that opened across its desolate expanse was steadily increasing. The logistical infrastructure of humanity was slowly crumbling under the strain... but even that was not the most immediate concern.

The most impactful crisis was developing due to something that nobody had expected. It was the fact that the average temperature across the planet had dropped by a couple of degrees compared to the previous years — that was the result of the cold from the frigid wastelands west of Ravenhearts seeping through the torn realm boundary.

The consequences were not disastrous yet, but they were a promise of the dire madness of the approaching years.

That only made it more apparent how important it was to safely resettle as many people as possible — all of them, ideally — into the Dream Realm before the collapse began.

However, that titanic undertaking itself was plagued by numerous problems.

At the moment, the human territories in the Dream Realm were simply incapable of receiving that many settlers. They were all developing with astonishing speed, and yet that speed was not sufficient.

There was electricity in Bastion, and Ravenheart was on the verge of ushering in an agricultural revolution... however, the local infrastructure was barely managing to sustain hundreds of millions of people, having almost reached a bottleneck in scalability. It was far from being ready to sustain billions.

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