Shadow Slave novel Chapter 3155

Saint and her legion had settled in the area of the Dark City where the solemn square and the Dark Cathedral were located.

Vile made a home... a nest?... in the hidden chamber of the cathedral where Sunny had once lived for a few months.

Fiend was sent to Ravenheart, where he had built a lair in the furnace-like depths of the great volcano.

Nightmare had gone to Bastion to haunt its dreams.

Finally, Serpent coiled around the hill where the Bright Castle had once stood, its scales like a wall of black onyx. The Bright Castle was long gone, of course, and the Marvelous Mimic towered above the Dark City instead. On the vast platform in front of it, the Nameless Temple rested in the darkness. Its tall pillars and magnificent edifice were as black as the starless sky of the Forgotten Shore, and silence shrouded its spacious halls.

Things were a little different in the inner sanctum, though.

There, the sound of butter sizzling on a hot pan crackled loudly, and a dancing fire of a stove threw warm shadows on the stone walls. Someone was humming a lively melody.

Sunny was cooking.

His kitchen was quite a marvel of magical engineering by now, created with the help of three different kinds of sorcery. It had everything a person would need on the road to culinary perfection — which, as those enlightened knew, was no less perilous and insurmountable than the Path of Ascension itself.

Some of the items in the kitchen of the Nameless Temple had been forged by the King of Swords — his shadow, at least — enchanted by the Sovereign of Death, and burned with the radiant flames donated by the Star of Ruin.

Needless to say, there had only ever been a handful of mortals fortunate enough to taste the sublime food prepared by the owner of the Nameless Temple, the Lord of Shadows, Lost From Light. Rumors were that it was the most delicious thing one could taste in their lifetime... and after their death, as well.

Of course, the Lord of Shadows had spread that rumor himself.

Sadly, there were few people in the world who knew of his existence, so the rumor did not spread far.

"You know... I spent countless years searching for the ultimate truth. Pancakes or waffles? The question had haunted my dreams since before you Awakened."

Rain, who was sprawled comfortably on the cushions, gave him a lazy look.

"Oh, really?"

Sunny nodded.

"Indeed. But at the end of this calamitous search, having reached the very limits of comprehension, I finally attained enlightenment and understood that my question had been erroneous all along."

Flipping a piece of bread sizzling in the pan, Sunny smiled with the content tranquility of a living sage.

“French toast! French toast is the best. It is the undisputed king of breakfast foods. So, the competition between waffles and pancakes is entirely moot, to begin with."

He glanced at Rain and asked in a pleased tone:

“And do you know what the secret of a flawless French toast is? Be wary — the answer might shake the very foundation of what you know about the world."

Looking back at the pan, Sunny sighed.

"Stale bread. The bread has to be a little stale... that's the ultimate truth."

Rain, observing him from behind, said languidly:

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