Shadow Slave novel Chapter 2884

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Azarax had looked a little pathetic, hanging there on the tree. His personality, too, seemed overly domineering for someone who possessed a true kind of strength— those who were truly strong did not usually feel the need to constantly assert their dominance, after all.

But once the ancient tyrant regained his freedom, Sunny swiftly realized that he was truly a force to be reckoned with. He was an incredible ally to have... to the point that it was a little chilling.

There were three things that made Azarax so fearsome.

First and foremost was his skill as a warrior. Both Sunny and Nephis were astonishing combatants in their own right, but even they had to admit that Azarax was a daunting opponent.

He was ferocious, vicious, and devastating, moving across the desert like a raging storm — but, at the same time, he was deeply cunning and eerily astute, guiding the annihilating power of his wrath with surgical precision and cynical malice.

Most of all, he was experienced. A storied conqueror and a veteran of the Doom War, Azarax possessed a wealth of combat experience that they could not hope to match — could not even fathom, perhaps, considering how young they were in relation to the ancient tyrant.

The second quality that made Azarax a terrifying existence was the refined skill with which he wielded his Will. That, too, was something that neither Sunny nor Nephis could replicate because of the sheer difference in age between them.

If what Azarax had told them about his empire being the forerunner of the War Empire was true, then he had been Supreme since the latter part of the Age of Heroes — a good thousand years before the Age of Daemons, which saw the world be destroyed by the Doom War.

That meant that he had been learning how to wield his Will for thousands of years, while they were barely a couple of years into being Supreme. As a result, the degree to which Azarax could bend the world to his will was far greater than what they were capable of, and the ways he could express his Will were similarly far more varied and refined. 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂

Take the glass armor and the great axe he was wielding, for example. Those weren't Memories, and neither were they spoils he had scavenged from other Deathless. Instead, he simply willed the sand to be pressured into an brilliant liquid, which solidified into nearly indestructible shards of glass — those shards then formed into an armour around him all on their own, while at the same time coalescing into a heavy axe.

And that one was merely a visible application of Will Sunny and Nephis had witnessed. There was no telling how else Azarax was reshaping the world, his tyranny unseen. Neither of them could match that skill.

The third quality that made the ancient tyrant so menacing was his Aspect.

Azarax was keeping the details of his Aspect close to his chest, only letting a few details slip. But Sunny had been able to surmise the rest by observing him in battle.