Shadow Slave novel Chapter 2956

The Vile Thieving Bird tilted its head and then pecked at the skeletal hand. When its beak collided with the black bone, a deafening thunderclap resounded above the Estuary Lake, and Sunny was thrown to the ground by the shockwave.

“Argh...”

There was blood on his tongue, filling his mouth with the taste of iron.

Facing a Cursed Terror in battle was not something one could hope to escape unscathed — in fact, simply surviving was already a tall task, even for a Supreme Titan like him.

So, Sunny had called on a different fallen deity to help him even the odds.

Out there in front of them, the Wandering Archon was rising from the shadows in all his eldritch glory, the golden bands encasing his skeletal form glistening in the sun. His gigantic form was being woven out of torrents of darkness, a sea of essence draining from Sunny’s soul to give him form.

Having carried the Memory of the Deathless Spirit within himself for a long time, Sunny was finally summoning him back into existence. Of course, the Archon was not going to become their ally — he was just as likely to attack the three Supremes as he was bound to clash with the Vile Thieving Bird.

So, it was quite possible that Sunny was simply adding an undying Sacred to an already harrowing list of enemies he had to defeat.

But desperate times called for desperate measures. The enemy of his enemy... was still his enemy, but at least there was a possibility that his enemies would begin fighting each other, allowing him to attack one or both of them while they were distracted.

‘Damn it all’

Gritting his teeth, Sunny pushed himself off the ground.

Out there in front of him, the Vile Thieving Bird did not seem to have liked the result of pecking at the black bone. It hopped back, observing the rise of the Wandering Archon with a predatory madness burning in its harrowing eyes.

The Archon, meanwhile, had fully manifested on the surface of the Estuary Lake. He towered above it like a mountain of black bones, his tattered ivory mantle fluttering in the wind like a burial shroud. The spikes of his crown shone with a blinding golden radiance in the light of the six stolen suns, resembling radiant beacons.

The Thieving Bird seemed mesmerized. There was a moment of dead silence and ominous stillness...

Then, the Archon glanced down, his empty eye sockets peering at the spot where the Thieving Bird's beak had left a crack on the surface of his black hand.

Something moved in the emptiness that nestled in his skull, and then, the Deathless Spirit shifted his crushing gaze at the avian horror in front of him.

The Vile Thieving Bird opened its beak and let out a chilling, harrowing shriek — the sound of it made Sunny, Nephis, and Ananke groan, grabbing their ears.

The Archon moved then, lunging forward to grab it by the neck.

Sunny cursed.

“Brace yourselves!"

In the next moment, the world quaked, a hurricane of black feathers and bone shards obscuring the entrance to the burial chamber of the Demon of Oblivion, seething water rising through the cracks in the obsidian. The momentary quiet was torn apart and vanquished by the indescribable cacophony, and in the mayhem of the deific clash...

The stolen shades lunged forward, colliding with the remains of the Shadow Legion in a chilling bacchanalia of violence.

Sunny steeled his Will against the coming shockwave, increasing his weight to withstand it. To his left, Ananke raised a rampart of manifested essence in front of her, while to his right, Nephis simply allowed herself to be mangled by the impact and then mended herself in the healing crucible of her flames.

All three of them moved forward after that, coming together while the Vile Thieving Bird and the Wandering Archon battled in front of them. The heart of the Stone Titan shook from the calamitous violence of the divine clash, as if beating anew.

Despite the harrowing forces unleashed by the battle of two deities, however, the Thieving Bird did not seem to be taking its enemy seriously — it wasn't trying to take to the sky and utilize its main advantage, at least, choosing to fight the Deathless Spirit on the surface of the lake.

It shrieked and cawed, avoiding the devastating attacks of the gigantic black skeleton in a whirlwind of black feathers. The Archon, meanwhile, was on the offensive, pursuing it like an incarnation of death... which he himself had been deprived of.

The Vile Thieving Bird was stronger than the Deathless Spirit — it had to be, considering their difference in Class, as well as the fact that the Deathless had long lost the most important parts of themselves. However, somehow, it seemed like it could do nothing but retreat from the undying horror, its demented eyes burning with a peculiar, feverish madness.

Sunny, Nephis, and Ananke finally met amidst the carnage of clashing shades. Nephis put her hands on both of her companions, healing them — healing them as much as she could in the short span of time they had, at least.

Ananke's wounds were relatively light, considering that she had only suffered her life force being stolen by the Vile Spawn. Sunny, however, was wounded quite severely despite having used the [Chain] — in fact, he would have been already on death's door, or at least forced to abandon his corporeal form, if not for the tenacious nature of the Weave.

"What do we do now?"

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