Shadow Slave novel Chapter 2789

Chapter 2789: Bloodied Crown

Asterion leaned back, his hands still folded neatly on his knee. His pleasant smile seemed almost friendly.

Looking at the champions of the Human Domain, he said in an easy tone:

"The world has changed so much in my absence. I was born and raised here in the Dream Realm, you know? I only made my way to the Waking World after becoming an Awakened. America and Antarctica still belonged to humans back then, while the Dream Realm was largely unexplored and terrifying, with only tens of thousands of Awakened clinging to life behind the walls of their Citadels. There were no Saints, no Supremes... no Domains."

He sighed.

"Both worlds have changed so much that they are almost unrecognizable. The Waking World seems to be breathing its last. The Dream Realm, meanwhile, has become home to hundreds of millions of people. There are thriving cities here now, roads that span the deadly wilderness to connect them, vast fields of arable land, and street lamps. Gods, who could ever imagine that this murderous world would look like that one day?"

Asterion stared into the distance for a few moments, a hint of wonder glistening in his golden eyes. Then, he smiled faintly and shifted his gaze to the people gathered in the spacious hall.

"And how has it all become possible? How do mundane people survive in the Dream Realm without being culled by the First Nightmare? Its Seeds have already planted into their souls, after all. Why don’t those Seeds bloom? Why, it’s because they are being suppressed by the Will of a Sovereign... with the help of the Citadels created by the Nightmare Spell."

His smile dimmed.

"So, what would happen if the Sovereigns whose Will prevented hundreds of millions of people from being culled were suddenly slain?"

The champions of the Human Domain stared at him in silence. Some were still brimming with hostility, but others were rattled as the understanding dawned upon them. Some looked stunned and appalled.

Asterion sighed and looked at Nephis somberly.

"They would be thrown into the First Nightmare almost immediately. A slaughter on an unimaginable scale would take place — worse than the Chain of Nightmares, and worse even than the calamity that destroyed America. Only the elders of the First Generation can imagine such a harrowing culling. They know its horror well because they already witnessed it once, after all. Of course, this time, it would not be caused by the descent of the Nightmare Spell. This genocide would be entirely man-made."

His eyes hardened.

"Or rather, it would have been entirely man-made. It would have been perpetrated by none other than your benevolent and merciful goddess, Star of Ruin."

A crooked smile suddenly twisted his lips as he glanced at the champions of the Human Domain.

"Naturally, that did not happen. It did not happen because she attained Supremacy without the help of the Nightmare Spell... at the last possible moment, by some miracle. She also happened to have won the trust and loyalty of you all, the Saints who controlled the Citadels of the warring Domains. How fortunate! But make no mistake — that outcome was far from likely. And yet, she still aimed her sword at the Sovereigns."

Asterion studied their expressions, his eyes gleaming with amusement.

"Quite an appalling truth, is it not? Ah, but most of you knew it already, of course. However, you were also under the impression that she acted out of desperation — that she couldn’t stay still and silent after seeing the two great armies face the threat of extinction. But knowing that it was all a carefully planned, callous, and premeditated performance makes one see her actions under a different light, doesn’t it? She knew the price of her failure, yes. But he knew the dire price of her triumph, as well."

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