Shadow Slave novel Chapter 2241

After listening to Anvil reveal the depths of his madness, something inside Sunny switched… or maybe snapped. He was not sure.

There was a line that could not be crossed, and hearing the King of Swords boast about brutalizing an innocent child… Nephis… as if it was some kind of crowning achievement had crossed the line for Sunny.

A storm of emotions raging in his heart settled, and a swarm of thoughts weighing on his mind was quelled. All that remained was a cool, silent darkness of uncompromising killing intent.

Before, Sunny had been worried about how to kill Anvil and survive.

Now, he only cared about killing him…

No, caring was not the right word. It suggested the possibility of a different outcome, but Sunny knew without a shadow of doubt that his enemy would die… it was an axiom, a self-evident truth. All he had to do now was shape the world to fit that truth.

That was something he could handle.

Sunny was the most honest man in two worlds, after all.

His body was wounded and pulsing with pain, and his enemy was superior to him… his enemy was Supreme. But it did not matter.

'Life is just the prelude to death…'

As two of Anvil's dreadful swords forced Saint and Nightmare back and the Sovereign himself descended upon Sunny, he allowed the cursed blade to pierce his armor and sink into his flesh. The pain was exquisite.

Grabbing Anvil's wrist, Sunny smiled behind Weaver's Mask.

'...and war is just the key to open its gates. Got you, bastard.'

When he spoke, his voice sounded sinister and full of malice:

"Do you feel at home on this battlefield, heir of War? Well, allow me to invite you into my world then."

With that, he strengthened his grasp…

And pulled Anvil into the shadows.

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Some distance away, Nephis was locked in a dire battle against the Queen. The titanic flesh golem pursued her with eerie grace and bestial fury, and all she could do was flee,retreating further as further while lashing out against the monstrous creature with searing rays of pure white flame.

The Blessing was complimenting her Aspect flawlessly.

Now that she had assumed the form of the radiant spirit, her bound sword seemed to be forged from pure light as well. Just like Nephis herself was augmented by the titanic power of her soul flame, its incandescent blade was augmented by the white flames too… in fact, it benefited from their ferocious power even more due to the [Flame Conduit] trait.

The very same trait allowed Nephis to channel her fire through the blessed blade, condensing it into incinerating rays that span hundreds of meters in length. That was how she was able to contend against the towering flesh golem despite being much smaller, and that was how she had managed to deal it grievous wounds.

Sadly, those wounds simply healed a few moments after being dealt. The scorched flesh was discarded, and the cut tissue was repaired. The Queen never slowed down, never faltered, and never let up her fearsome assault.

Nephis raised her sword once more.

Her world was stark and pure, devoid of all distractions. There was only her and her enemy… everything else was washed away by pain.

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