Shadow Slave novel Chapter 2321

The world was coming to an end.

On an endless white plain, the corpses of lesser gods lay broken and shattered. Rivers of ichor were flowing across the fractured ice like molten gold, cascading into the depths of an imprisoned ocean. High above, the sky was broken as well. Tendrils of nothingness were seeping through the fissures, slowly consuming the vast expanse of the firmament.

A giant was kneeling in the middle of the silent battlefield, grasping his head with two enormous hands. Golden blood and viscous streams of grey matter were flowing through his fingers, and his radiant eyes were darting around, feverish and dazed.

His gorgeous ivory armor was torn, and his spear lay on the ice, forgotten, still brimming with the echoes of destructive lightning.

The giant was a deity, his spirit as vast as a world.

His lips moved, whispering:

'I… I am… I am, I am… I am…'

His whispers were full of dread.

Then, he suddenly grew still and glanced down, at the empty vastness of the broken ice in front of him.

The giant's expression slowly grew eerily calm, and his voice grew even, sounding deeper and lower than it had before.

He lowered his hands, allowing his broken skull to come undone, and spoke:

'Hail Weaver… Firstborn of the Forgotten God.'

As he did, a nebulous figure was suddenly revealed on the ice, shrouded by a tattered mantle and wearing a fearsome mask. A voice that was like a thousand hopeless prayers resounded from behind the mask, making the giant shiver.

'Brother, my brother. Why are you hiding inside this hideous corpse?'

The giant laughed with a voice that was not his own, then spoke in an insidious whisper:

'Ah… must you offend me so, Weaver? Must you abandon all fear when facing the Demon of Dread? All of us daemons have sworn to destroy you. Why are you here? Why have you revealed yourself?'

The fearsome mask of the nebulous daemon stayed still.

Weaver remained silent for a while, then spoke:

'My brother knows what everyone fears, and therefore, he knows everyone's truth. However, I know no fear. What then is my truth?'

The wind moved the tattered mantle, revealing nothing of what was hidden beneath.

'I thought I'd offer you to play a game.'

The dying giant gazed upon him, light dimming slowly in his golden eyes.

'A game? Ah… what kind of game?'

The Demon of Fate responded to the dying deity:

'A game of death, naturally. Whoever wins will give the other one a truth. And if I lose, I will allow myself to be destroyed.'

The giant shuddered and collapsed, and as he did, the broken ice swallowed his corpse.

A faint whisper drifted above the harrowing battlefield:

'Come… I accept…'

The world suddenly disappeared into nothingness, replaced by a familiar room.

A masked figure was sitting on the cushions in front of an exquisite jade board. The room was drowning in darkness, and from that darkness, a whisper came:

'I know what truth I seek. But what truth can you, who sees the depths of fate, be lacking? What is it that you wish to learn, Weaver?'

The fearsome mask of the Demon of Fate glanced at the darkness. A thousand intertwined voices resounded from below it, making the darkness tremble.

'Do you know how fate can be broken, brother?'

A porcelain hand rose from the depths of the tattered mantle and grasped the figure of a figure carved from white jade.

'That is what I wish to learn.'

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