Shadow Slave novel Chapter 2902

Cassie surfaced from Mordret’s memories with a gasp.

Recoiling from him, she fell to the floor and strained to draw air into her lungs. She was disoriented and nauseous, hoarse breaths escaping from between her lips as she suffered a powerful vertigo.

Funnily enough, it was the pain that helped her overcome the feeling of being disconnected from the world and rooted her to reality once more.

A dreadful, piercing pain was pulsing in her empty socket, and blood was flowing down her pale face.

Raising a shaking hand, Cassie wiped the blood away with a handkerchief and pulled her blindfold in place, hiding her wound from the world.

"Why are you wearing that?"

Mordret's voice betrayed a hint of curiosity.

"The blindfold, I mean. From what I can see, it brings little to no benefit."

Cassie finally managed to get her breathing under control. She remained silent for a moment, then said in a subdued tone:

"No reason."

Mordret did not seem convinced. He studied her before asking with interest:

"Is it your Aspect Legacy?"

Cassie shook her head.

“I have no Aspect Legacy."

He chuckled.

“What a coincidence. Me neither."

Mordret rose from where he sat and stretched his shoulders.

"Curious things, those Aspect Legacies. The Aspect does not come from the Spell, but the Legacy does. There is a set way to unseal it, as well — one only the Spell knows about. I do wonder sometimes why it has never granted me mine."

He chuckled.

“Perhaps it's because I was destined to inherit nothing.”

Cassie remained silent for a moment, then said quietly:

"This blindfold is just a mundane Memory. Its enchantment is of no use, but it cleans and repairs itself... and I like the color. That is already good enough. More importantly, it puts people at ease, so that is why I wear it."

Mordret seemed to give her a long look.

"There are hardly any people here."

Letting out a sigh, Cassie slowly rose to her feet.

“Perhaps not... but over the years, wearing this blindfold became a habit. I like it. Every time I put it on, I feel like I am putting on a helmet and lowering its visor. And then, I am ready for battle."

She turned to face him and raised her chin slightly.

"Are you ready for battle?"

Mordret laughed.

Giving her a pleasant smile, he turned away and headed for the door.

“You should know it by now, Cassia... I have never not been in a battle. I am a descendant of the Goddess of Life, after all."

Leaving the chamber, he added in a placid tone:

“And life is war."

...At the same time as Mordret was looking at the bloodied face of Cassia, who was kneeling on the floor, he was standing on the last link of an immense chain that connected the Southern Island to the lands beyond.

The corpse of Saint Dar of the Maharana had been destroyed some time ago, so now, he was wearing a different vessel. Behind him, a battered procession of his other selves was retreating up the great length of the Anchor Chain, and in front of him... Well, he couldn't see the victorious army of the Hunger Domain yet, but it was not too far. He watched the endless columns of Awakened march across the wilderness through the reflections — they had already reclaimed all the Citadels between the decimated Black Mountains and the Chained Isles, and were now aiming to take Sanctuary of Noctis before the end of the week.

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