Shadow Slave novel Chapter 3184

Somewhere far away, in a realm being consumed by Corruption...

A blind woman fell to her knees, breathing heavily.

A slender rapier hovered over her shoulder like a stinger, its long blade slick with blood.

The woman was covered in blood as well, her garments tattered and torn. Around her, countless corpses were strewn on the ground, most killed with one swift, precise blow. Some, however, were torn apart or crushed viciously, mauled and mutilated in a myriad of ghastly ways.

There were thousands of them... tens of thousands, stretching toward the horizon like a morbid carpet.

But the land was still seething with Corruption.

Everything here had been twisted and changed, becoming a perverse parody of itself. The trees were reaching forward with branches that gaped with countless maws, their leaves as sharp as blades. The riverbeds swelled with torrents of virulent rot. The blades of grass slithered like tendrils, greedily absorbing the blood of the battle. The corpses bloomed with beautiful, harrowing flowers. The air was full of acid-like pollen.

The soil itself was seeping with black, oily liquid, long vines sprouting from it and reaching toward the blind woman like snakes.

In the distance, more abominable beasts were rushing in her direction.

The woman drew a hoarse breath and rose shakily.

“Come out, come out... I remember you..."

Before the vines could envelop her, a deafening roar shattered the world. Then, a pillar of incandescent flame plummeted from the sky, incinerating the twisting vines, the blades of grass, the clouds of pollen, and the branches of the frenzied trees.

A radiant dragon with scales of pure ivory landed with a thunderous boom in front of the woman, shielding her from danger. Another billowing torrent of flame escaped from its maw, and it lunged forward, assaulting the world of Corruption.

He was the Ivory Lord, Sevirax — a memory of him, at least.

As the great dragon tore a path through the mass of Corruption, the woman advanced forward with unsteady steps.

She had only walked for a few minutes before her champion was brought down.

In the end, even the descendant of Sun God could not resist the hungry abundance of the abominable world. His flames were swallowed by the black liquid, his talons were shattered by the impenetrable hide of mutated beasts, his mighty body was enveloped by vines and pushed to the ground. A swarm of hideous insects crawled into his ghastly wounds, and the trapped dragon let out a chilling, haunting wail of pure agony.

He was defeated... only, unlike the rest of her champions, he did not die.

Because he was immortal.

Cassie raised a hand to grasp the hilt of the Quiet Dancer and lowered her head in exhaustion.

She dismissed the memory of Sevirax.

She was so spent, so tired... so utterly exhausted.

She was all but devoid of essence, as well. But she had not reached her goal yet.

She needed to manifest another champion, but her choices had grown limited.

So, instead, she slowly pulled her blindfold up, revealing the radiant azure depths of her sole remaining eye.

The world of Corruption reflected in it, teeming with harrowing abominations. Something else reflected in it, as well.

She sighed deeply.

“It's... time. I can't keep going any longer."

There was a moment of silence.

Then, the hidden reflection escaped from her eye and took the form of a tall man with raven-black hair and strange, mirror-like eyes.

He regarded the sea of Corruption surrounding them, then looked at Cassie with an indecipherable expression. Eventually, he said in an aloof tone:

"You always bring me to the most peculiar places."

With that, the King of Nothing turned to face the encroaching tide of abominations and raised a hand, summoning a somber spear.

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