Shadow Slave novel Chapter 2964

Chapter 2964 Final Mercy

As Cassie reached the third floor of the Ebony Tower — the floor where Nether's workshop had been — the windows suddenly exploded into a hurricane of crystal fragments, and a swarm of black crows poured inside like a torrent of hungry darkness.

The crows surrounded her in a deafening choir of cries, a myriad of sharp talons and cruel beaks rending at her face and sinking into her body, making her bleed.

Cassie raised a hand to protect her eye and let out a short cry, staggering toward the wall and slamming into it at full speed.

'Wake of Ruin...'

The swarm of crows barred her path, cutting off her only path to salvation. Looking at the stairs leading to the fourth floor, Cassie gritted her teeth and readied her dagger.

Her exhausted voice sounded hoarse when she spoke, her tone full of dark determination:

“Out of my way, Cor. I... don't have time for mercy today."

The crows did not listen.

***

At the same time as Cassie attempted to ascend the Ebony Tower, Mordret escaped from the mirror hidden on its underground floor.

He rolled on the cold obsidian, suppressing a scream, and remained motionless for a few moments, his body contorting in painful convulsions. Finally, broken and bloodied, he let out a tortured groan and pushed himself off the black stone.

Kneeling in front of the mirror, he drew a shaky breath, and then slowly raised his pale face to look at his reflection.

His reflection was looking back at him with worry and panic, the concerned world of white mist behind it drowning in vile darkness.

“What did you do? Brother, what did you do?"

The other's voice was shaking.

Mordret's soul was being consumed by the Corruption, and his mind was drowning in the alien endlessness of the Void. He could feel the Nightmare Spell turning its back on him, abandoning him like a lost cause.

A pale smile illuminated his bloodied face, and then he let out a laugh, crimson drops falling from the corners of his mouth.

"What did I do?"

Mordret paused for a moment, his face contorting in agony. Then, overcoming it, he drew a hoarse breath and said in a bitter tone:

"Everything... I did everything. Everything I could."

His reflection looked behind it, at the vile darkness flooding the concerned expanse of white mist. The face of the other was pale, twisted in terror.

Mordret studied him for a short while, then forced out a smile.

“Ah... but what can you do? Doing your best doesn't always pan out. Life is unfair that way."

It was so cruelly difficult to keep stringing words together. To keep himself together. The vast darkness was flooding his mind, full of visions so alien that there were no words to describe them... radiant, harrowing. Utterly revolting, irresistible. Inevitable.

Mordret knew that he did not have much time left.

He looked down, whispering:

“Unfair... it's unfair, unfair. Why do you get to... argh!"

He growled, clutching at his face, his nails leaving deep grooves on his skin. Then, he grew still, remained silent for a few moments, and said in a hollow tone:

“I really hate you, you know?"

The other Mordret looked at him with a solemn expression.

“I know."

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