Shadow Slave novel Chapter 2919

Breaching the surface, Sunny relaxed his body and drifted in the cold water for a long while, doing nothing but breathing deeply. His mind was empty, and a languid, comfortable stillness overcame his entire being.

The utter darkness that surrounded him, the cold water that soothed his bruised body, the weightlessness... all of it was so peaceful. As if he were drifting in an endless, tranquil void.

Sunny allowed himself to remain in that pleasantly numb state for some time, knowing from the movement of shadows — or rather, from the lack of it — that there were no threats around him.

Now that the danger was gone, both his body and mind needed to rest. It was no surprise, really... he had been under tremendous pressure for a long while now, and that pressure culminated when he returned to the Hell of Ariel.

Those past weeks were unlike anything he had ever experienced. Sunny had visited some truly terrifying places over the course of his eventful life — places that no human was ever meant to endure. The Death Game, the bottom of the Stormsea, the Eternal City...

But nothing had tested him quite like the Nightmare Desert. Not on that scale, at least.

It had taken three powerful Supremes to make it to the heart of Hell, and even then, they had only survived by the skin of their teeth. There had not been a single night that failed to leave them with deep scars, and not a single battle in which their lives had not been at stake.

"How the hell did Daeron make it inside?"

Sunny's voice sounded quiet in the vast silence.

He knew that the Serpent King had been the only Supreme of the Storm Realm. He also knew that Daeron had been both powerful and ingenious... still, he couldn't quite imagine how the ancient Supreme could have made it inside the Tomb of Ariel alive. He would have been far away from his natural element, after all, since there was no water anywhere in the boundless desert. Then again, the desert had been the bottom of an ocean once. So, perhaps Daeron was quite comfortable here.

After drifting in the comfortable darkness for a while, Sunny came to the conclusion that there was little point in contemplating the Serpent King's power in relation to himself or Nephis — because the very nature of power had changed since the days of the Twilight Sea.

The three of them simply existed in different realities.

It was not even about who was stronger, but more about the source and foundation of their strength.

Sunny did not know the order in which the Nightmare, and therefore the Nightmare Spell, had consumed the Divine Realms. What he did know, however, was that the War Realm was unique — it was unique because its laws rejected the existence of all things that went against the mundane.

It was a sanctuary for humans, and a place where humans could freely express their intellect and ingenuity, safe from the tyranny of transcendent Wills. A world of immutable reason... a beautiful world where no one, not even the gods, could dictate how mortals lived, and people were free to choose for themselves what path to take. Even if those paths often led them to bloodshed and strife, they had achieved so much, invented so much, built and created so much — more than any other realm had. But their isolation also made them different from those who had inhabited the Twilight Sea once.

Unlike people of Earth, who had to discover the vast and dreadful world that lay beyond the boundaries of their cradle from the position of utter ignorance, Daeron the Serpent King had been born into it. He had been born into the legacy of knowledge they were still trying to learn or had no idea about.

Awakened, soul essence, Corruption, the Void, Shaping, sorcery — Daeron had possessed an innate understanding of all these matters, and many more, while Sunny and Nephis were merely novices to them. He had inherited the knowledge, disciplines, and skills developed by countless generations of Awakened over the course of thousands of years, from the dawn of time till the end of the world...

And past it.

As a result, they had been forged into much sharper blades. 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶

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