Shadow Slave novel Chapter 918

The Spell kept whispering, the rich tapestry of its voice creating a strange harmony with itself. The result was almost distracting. Sunny instantly lost count of how many creatures he had killed with that single arrow, but it seemed to be... seemed to be close to a hundred, at least.

The swarm was nothing short of decimated. Half of the Black Tongues were dead, and the remaining half were fried and damaged to different degrees. The water of the mountain lake, which had been freezing cold just a few seconds ago, seemed to be boiling.

He had also been lucky enough to receive a bunch of Memories. Even if most of them came from Awakened abominations... Saint was definitely going to eat well tonight.

If she survived, that is.

...Before Sunny could come back to his senses, the familiar electric whine reached his ears. Samara was already aiming her heavy rifle. Its muzzle flashed, and in the next moment, the head of a wounded Fallen abomination that was trying to climb onto a large piece of ice exploded into bloody chunks. A split second later, Kim's carbine was firing, too.

'Right...'

Any other Master could have probably spared a few moments to appreciate the unbelievable feat of slaying a hundred powerful Nightmare Creatures in less than a second, but Sunny did not have such luck. He was still racing against time, and there was still an entirely different swarm of abominations for him to fight.

The pristine white expanse of the mountain valley was gone. Instead, all he could see was black water with charred corpses floating in it, and scores of viciously burned Nightmare Creatures feverishly trying to get to the shore.

Abandoning their attempts to climb onto the ice, they were diving down into the lake instead, to travel across its bottom. Since electricity only spread over the surface of water, summoning the Strike of Thunder for the second time was not going to do him any good.

Glancing at the macabre scene, Sunny turned his head and spoke:

"Dorn, I'll leave you in charge. The bastards sustained a lot of damage, and will be vulnerable while trying to break through the ice. Have Samara take out the strongest ones, and finish off the rest as they come up with Belle and Luster."

The giant man nodded, staring at him with a very strange expression.

"Understood. But, Captain... what about you?"

Sunny was already jumping off the boulder.

"I'll go deal with the second swarm!"

Dorn blinked.

"...There is a second swarm?"

Sunny did not hear it, though. Turning into a swift shadow, he flew through the darkness as fast as he could, rushing to the spot where he had sent Saint to.

'Hold, hold, hold... hold just a little bit more, Saint, I'm coming..."

Soon, he crested the sheer wall of the mountain slope and froze for a moment, looking down.

Far below, in a narrow ravine, a furious fight was taking place.

The two Shadows were no match for the swarm of terrible abominations, which seemed to have come from a Category Three Gate. They could escape from the voiceless wraiths, but they could not defeat them... only be defeated. Saint and Nightmare only lasted this long because of the perfect combination of their innate abilities and the Memories Sunny had entrusted to his Shadows.

Saint was using the Broken Oath, which continuously weakened and damaged the Corrupted. She also wielded the Sin of Solace, which was a Transcendent weapon that possessed an insidious power. That power came at the cost of dealing mental damage to its wielder, which Saint was immune to.

A combination of soul damage and mind damage was truly a formidable one, especially when paired with her sublime mastery of the sword.

Additionally, the Sin of Solace possessed the [Omen of Dread] enchantment, which caused terror to poison the minds of its enemies. That enchantment augmented the potency of the

[Mantle of Fear] and [Dreadlord] that Nightmare possessed, making the black steed more powerful the more he was feared.

In the past, that seamless synergy had never failed. But today, it was not enough.

...Well, that was before Sunny himself was added into the equation.

Dashing toward the ravine, he sent his senses forward.

The voiceless abominations were strong enough to bully his Shadows...

But how long would they last now that the Master of the Shadows had arrived?