Shadow Slave novel Chapter 3144

On a day unlike any other in the history of mankind, the Ivory Island descended from the sky and landed on the misty waters of the Stormsea. It had traveled far from its usual place above the Mirror Lake, moving halfway between Bastion and the rapidly growing city in the delta of the River of Tears.

Silver Web, the city of the River People, was not too far either. So was the Night Garden, moving among the waves like a towering wall on the horizon.

Two smaller ships could be seen, as well, sailing across the sky — they were the Chain Breaker and the Time Slayer, the storied vessels capable of braving the heavens. These ships were bringing exalted guests to the Tower of Hope. Today, the great pagoda was meant to serve as a meeting place for the demigods of humanity, so no mere mortal would find themselves under its roof.

The meeting had taken some time to arrange, but it was happening mere days after the new Sovereigns conquered their Nightmare. They had received time to reunite with their families and explore their new powers, albeit just barely.

Now, the demigods had to make arrangements among themselves, deciding which lands would be ruled by whom, how they would share the burdens of protecting humanity, how they would divide it among themselves so that their authorities did not clash.

How they would stave off the apocalypse until true deities were born from their ranks.

The vast meeting chamber was bathed in light, with a large wooden table occupying most of its great width.

The host of the meeting, the current ruler of humanity, entered first. With her alabaster skin and silver hair, sparks of white flame dancing in her eyes, she looked like a radiant spirit of light — a messenger sent by the heavens down to the mortal world. Her gaze was steadfast and heavy, though, giving her radiance a stark and awe-inspiring edge.

She was Changing Star, Nephis of Immortal Flame.

Next was her companion, a being so fearsome that even his existence was a forbidden secret. An exquisitely beautiful man with porcelain skin, raven-black hair, and eyes that were like onyx jewels rose from her shadow. It was as if a sea of darkness was given form. There was something serpentine about his elegant movements, and the shadows across the chamber grew deeper as he appeared.

He was Sunless, Lost from Light — the Lord of Shadows.

The third to arrive was the dreaded King of Nothing, Mordret of Nowhere. He came out of reflections, gazing upon the world with his strange, mirror-like eyes. The world reflected in them was the perfect copy of itself, and yet eerily different. Wearing an aloof expression, the King of Nothing spared his peers a curt nod in greeting and took a seat in silence.

A petite woman wearing a white tunic and a seawave cloak entered next, her delicate beauty so stunningly breathtaking that it escaped description. Her hair was like a waterfall of pale gold, and her eyes were hidden behind a blindfold. There was an air of solemn mystery about her, and her presence was easily forgotten.

She was Cassia, Song of the Fallen, the blind prophet who had broken fate.

Next came a young woman with tantalizing features, wearing a nebulous black mantle. She had an elegant figure and glistening ebony hair, her skin dusky, her eyes piercing blue. Illuminating the world with a captivating smile, she bowed gracefully to the others and took her seat, greeting them in a melodious voice.

She was Ananke, the Silk Weaver, the sorceress who ruled the River People and the Twilight Sea.

Not long after Ananke took her seat, finally, the new Supremes arrived.

The first to enter was a fetching man who looked younger than the others gathered in the chamber, but was actually older than all of them instead. He had strange, nebulous silver eyes that seemed to gleam with distant starlight, flawless dark skin, and a dashing smile.

When he appeared, a cold breeze seemed to blow from the sea, bringing with it the smell of salt, distant lands, and wanderlust.

He was Nightwalker, the last legend of the First Generation, and the founder of the House of Night. As for a regal title... he had only been Supreme for a few days, so people had not had the chance to come up with one yet.

Following Nightwalker, a woman of exotic and riveting beauty entered, her dress a darkly crimson hue. Her supple skin was grey like stormy clouds, smooth like silk, and devoid of any imperfections. That gave her an exotic and tantalizing, but outwardly inhuman look.

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