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Chapter 1840: Bathed in Starlight
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    NO-NAME
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    Thank god for that, I was afraid I would have to kill myself if they didn't kiss!!! 9 26
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      Alfametadol
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      тебе повезло
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    BeanJohnson
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    reader wait so much happened in this chappie... Idk what I'm feeling but I'm ready sasuke
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    lotmglazer
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    YEEEEEEEEEEEEES SUNPHIS!
    i have prayed for times like this quiet quiet
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    LycanFlood
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    Talking to the MOOOOOOOOOOON, but no seriously, how is he on the moon bruh, also blue disc? Has earth unfurled itself from a sphere?
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    Gerhman_Sparrow23
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    Oh moon, f#cking moon what have you done to always be corrupted in lightnovels?
    I think it was Asterion on the moon?! Dude's alive in space without any support!! And god knows how many gates open in the space around EARTH!

    And there's a good chance that he has ascended to Sacred without Spell, especially if you consider how he is strong enough to withstand the harsh cosmos and survive.
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      Ninjamaster98
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      Considering they said there isn’t a huge difference between a saint and supreme without their domain that makes sense.
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    floki
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    Was this mf chilling on the moon this whole time 💀
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    IceFox9495gamer
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    Anyone got the telegram and discord ßerver for the shadow slàve
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      Senjaaa
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      Hope its not too late, but here is the telegram server

      https://t.me/shadow_slave_fastes
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    Максим Довбняк
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    Chapter 1841: Evil Minds That Plot Destruction

    Sunny was standing on the edge of the Ivory Island, looking at the sky above. The Marvelous Mimic was behind him, still pretending to be a quaint brick cottage — the cottage stood between the grove and the lake, on the empty stretch of emerald grass to the side of the great pagoda.

    The area was quite peaceful, and the view from his window was usually no less spectacular than it had been in Bastion.

    …Of course, that peacefulness was deceiving.

    The Ivory Island was high in the air. Far below it, the arm of the dead god lay heavily on the ashen ground. A long bridge was connecting the humerus and the radius, which had broken off eons ago... the bridge had been recently built, and currently, a vast column of warriors was marching across it, ready to enter Godgrave. A sea of vermilion banners fluttered above like blood.

    The sight of the great army of the Sword Domain was quite daunting.

    There were hundreds of thousands of Awakened, numerous Masters, and dozens of exalted Saints. Such a force had never been gathered in the history of humankind — or of the waking world, at least. There were countless mundane humans too, following the warriors in the vast train of the army.

    Funnily enough, this great force had not been assembled to fight against Nightmare Creatures or other horrors of the Dream Realm. It had been assembled to wage war against a similar human army that was currently somewhere far away, on the other side of the titanic skeleton, scaling its right arm.

    In any case, Sunny was not looking down, on the Sword Army. Instead, he was looking at the sky.

    The sky had been blue and clear not too long ago, but now, it was being slowly devoured by grey clouds. They were finally crossing the realm boundary — soon, an annihilating white radiance would suffuse the incandescent heavens and spell fiery doom for anyone caught directly in its light.

    He sighed.

    It did not feel safe at all, to be invading Godgrave atop a flying island. No matter how powerful its enchantments were, the Ivory Island was enormous and immensely heavy — due to inertia, it would not be able to stop instantly should the veil of clouds break. Which meant that all of them would become ash.

    'What a way to start a war.'

    Technically, the war had already begun. The official declaration had happened soon after the Ivory Island left Bastion, almost a month ago. Back then, Nephis and Cassie had been summoned to the waking world... Sunny had been invited, as well, albeit as the Lord of Shadows, not the Memory Purveyor of the Fire Keepers.

    There was a historic meeting in the stronghold of Clan Valor in NQSC. All the Saints of the Sword Domain were present, as well as the heads of those vassal clans that did not possess a Transcendent member at the moment.

    What made it historic, though, was not the illustrious company. It was the fact that the King of Swords himself attended.

    Sunny was quite shocked when the doors opened and a heavy presence suddenly settled in the opulent hall, forcing even the most powerful Saints to grow stiff and quiet. Of course, his face was hidden behind Weaver's Mask, so no one was the wiser.

    They were seated around a vast round table — which, it seemed, had been carved from the trunk of a single enormous tree. The table held some significance, without a doubt... perhaps it was that tree in particular that had been the source of the abominable forest slain by Anvil of Valor in the past.

    In any case, there was an empty seat next to Morgan. Sunny guessed that, maybe, it had been left empty in honor of Saint Madoc, her uncle — but he was proven wrong.

    As the vast presence enveloped the hall, there was the sound of heavy steps, and a tall man in dark armor entered, a vermilion cloak draped around his shoulders.

    The man was naturally imposing in a way that made others cower. He was tall, with broad shoulders and a mighty build. His eyes were grey and cold like tempered steel, their gaze oppressive enough to make one shudder. His hair was black, and a full beard obscured the lower part of his austere face.

    Despite that, it was impossible to miss how noble and distinguished it was.

    The man was supposed to be close to fifty, but did not look a day older than thirty.

    However, the most striking thing about him was not his height, his build, and his cold grey eyes. It was not even the oppressive force of his unfathomable, boundless presence.

    It was something invisible and intangible. An otherworldly quality that forced one to look at him, pay attention to him... and want to kneel in front of him.

    This was Anvil, the King of Swords.

    Sunny had only seen him once before, from afar. He was still unsure what barriers there were that prevented the Sovereigns from visiting the waking world often, and what was the cost of breaking them. All he knew was that, today, the king had decided to descend into the mortal world.

    The rest of the meeting was like a blur.

    Anvil did not waste a lot of time, speaking in a calm and concise manner — as if the very concept of wasting words was offensive to him. It did not seem like he was trying to explain something to the gathered powerhouses or wished to persuade them... instead, he was simply stating his will.

    His message was clear. The rulers of the Song Domain had conspired to kill his daughter, and therefore, to harm the Sword Domain. Therefore, he would assemble an army to march on Ravenheart and tear down Ki Song‘s throne.

    And those present, as his vassals, would become that army.

    Sunny was so caught up in the solemn atmosphere and the irresistible authority hiding in Anvil's deep voice that he almost missed how ironic the whole thing was.

    After all, the representative of the Han Li clan was also at the table. That was the clan from which Caster, who had been sent to the Forgotten Shore to kill Nephis, hailed from. The orders to eliminate her in the Dream Realm had most likely come from the King of Swords.

    But now, the very same king was proclaiming war on the pretense of punishing someone else for trying to assassinate her.

    Sunny glanced at Nephis, wondering if she would show any reaction.

    And, indeed, she did.

    While everyone remained silent, either in agreement with the king or too wary of his power to raise a futile objection, she was the only one who spoke.

    Nephis advocated against the war.

    Her voice was even, and her expression was poised. She calmly listed all the reasons why a war would be disastrous for both Domains and asked her adopted father to reconsider.

    Morgan seemed amused by the whole sequence of events, while the rest of those gathered in the hall kept their faces neutral.

    In the end, Neph's words were meaningless. Anvil dismissed her objection with one glance and a few cold sentences.

    Everyone here knew that there was no point in trying to defy the Sovereign's will. Nephis, of course, knew it best of all.

    The reason she had spoken out was not a sincere hope that the war could be avoided. Instead, it was important to do so for an entirely different reason — there had to be a record of her objecting to Anvil's decision.

    There had to be rumors that Changing Star of the Immortal Flame clan had been against the bloodshed, the waste of human life, and the ghastly ugliness of the civil war between humans from the very start. Even if it was all to avenge her against those who had conspired to kill her.

    Those rumors were needed to pave a way for her to slay both her adopted father and Ki Song, and then usurp their thrones without being branded as a tyrant. When the time came, She had to be welcomed as a savior instead.

    Sunny smiled behind his mask.

    'What a treacherous world we live in…’

    Not long after that, the Sword Domain declared war on the Song Domain.

    The news were broadcasted in the waking world, as well as announced by heralds in the cities of the Dream Realm.

    Both worlds seemed to explode.

    Sunny was far away from civilization and too busy to observe the immediate reaction of the people, but it must have been intense. In an instant, the very foundation of the world was shaken. The government tried to handle the situation, somehow, but it was powerless against the influence of the Great Clans.

    People in the waking world were terrified and paralyzed by shock. So were many in the Dream Realm.

    There were plenty of those who welcomed the news, though, having been prepared by meticulous propaganda to feel exactly that way. On both sides, many were burning with militant zeal, and thirsting to punish the enemy.

    And so, two great armies were gathered and marched to war.

    It did not happen in a day, but it also did not take a lot of time. The preparations of the two Sovereigns had been extensive.

    …Today, finally, the Sword Army was ready to enter Godgrave.

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      Chapter 1842: First Blood

      As Sunny watched the sky, there was the sound of light steps behind him. Then, Nephis approached and stopped by his side, clad in a suit of lustrous steel armor.

      She looked at him and smiled.

      Despite the sinister clouds above and the vast army marching to a calamitous war below, he couldn't help but feel his heart race at the sight of that smile.

      Sunny had read somewhere that people often described this feeling as having "butterflies in their stomach“. The image of a swarm of Dark Butterflies tearing at the walls of his stomach seemed more dreadful than romantic, so he really doubted the literary sense of those people... but, still.

      Even though a month had passed since their first kiss, he still felt excitement every time he saw her.

      It was odd and improper, to feel so blessed on the eve of a disastrous war. But he did.

      Life was strange that way.

      A smile appeared on his face, as well.

      "Do you have enough spare time to visit a humble enchanter today, Lady Nephis?"

      She lingered for a moment, then shrugged.

      "I might have a little time..."

      With that, she turned her head and looked at the sky, as well.

      "Are you worried about the sun?"

      Sunny nodded slowly.

      "I am indeed a little nervous. Do you think that the clouds will hold until we land?"

      Nephis inhaled deeply.

      "Someone will make sure that they do. In fact... she should be arriving any moment now, actually."

      Sunny raised an eyebrow.

      Then, a subtle spark ignited in his eyes.

      There was the sound of fluttering wings, and a vast shadow fell on the emerald grass.

      A moment later, a woman was standing in front of them. She was tall and slender, with long hair that fell down like a cascade of pale gold. Her posture was perfectly straight, and her cold face was dazzlingly beautiful.

      The woman was wearing a suit of light steel armor, with pauldrons and greaves decorated with stylized feathers. The gaze of her stern amber eyes was piercing and heavy, and a white cloak hung on her back, embroidered with silver thread.

      Saint Tyris had not changed at all.

      Sunny was glad to see her... of course, he hid his happiness behind a mask of respectful unfamiliarity.

      Sky Tide bowed slightly.

      "Lady Changing Star."

      Nephis nodded.

      "Saint Tyris."

      The two weren't very close to each other, but they had a good relationship due to what had happened during the Battle of the Black Skull. In fact, there was probably no Saint among the vassals of Clan Valor with a deeper bond to Nephis than Sky Tide.

      Her clan was also different from how it used to be.

      Its status was still far from being favored by the king, but now that Roan had Transcendent, there were two Saints among the members of the clan.

      There were few Legacy families who could boast the same, so that alone made it impossible to ignore or oppress White Feather.

      Much more importantly, Sky Tide's status soared now that the war was imminent. Her power over winds and clouds made her one of the most valuable people in Godgrave. . which was a sword that cut both ways.

      She was indispensable for the rulers of the Sword Domain, and therefore, they were forced to treat her nicely now.

      On the other hand, she was one of the primary targets for the forces of the Song Domain. So, Sunny was more than a little bit worried about her.

      Nephis, meanwhile, nodded curtly in his direction.

      "This is Master Sunless. An enchanter employed by the Fire Keepers."

      Saint Tyris looked at him expressionlessly, then frowned a little.

      "Master Sunless... your name sounds familiar. Ah. Have my daughter commissioned a Memory from you?"

      He bowed politely.

      "Indeed, I had the privilege of fulfilling a request made by Awakened Telle once."

      Sky Tide's expression did not change, but he could swear that her eyes turned a little warmer.

      ”I see. That Memory is serving my husband well. Your competence is worthy of praise, Master Sunless."

      With that, she seemed to forget about his existence and looked at Nephis.

      ”The realm boundary is close. How long will it take the Ivory Island to reach the target area? ”

      Nephis answered neutrally:

      "Around an hour, at top speed. Will you be able to hold out for that long, if need be?"

      Sky Tide glanced at the grey sky, lingered for a moment, then nodded.

      "I will. I won't be able to assist with anything else, though. “

      The immolating sky was not the only threat that waited for them in Godgrave. It was the most dire one, though, so everything else was beside the point.

      Nephis gestured for Saint Tyris to follow her and headed for the Ivory Tower.

      "We will handle the rest. Allow me to guide you..."

      As they were walking away, she threw a poignant look at Sunny.

      He smiled and nodded subtly, telling her not to worry about him. As Master Sunless, he was not supposed to participate in any battles — so, he could only observe today. It was a strange situation to be in, but he could not complain.

      There would be plenty of battles for him to fight before too long, anyway... perhaps more than he could handle, even with his seven bodies.

      Letting out a heavy sigh, Sunny turned to the edge of the island and looked down.

      At some point, the door of the Marvelous Mimic opened, and Aiko walked out, yawning as she looked around with sleepy eyes.

      Noticing him, the petite girl floated off the porch and flew around the cottage, eventually landing on the grass near the edge.

      She looked down and made a face.

      "Damn, boss. There are so many of them. So many potential clients!"

      Sunny gave her a dark look.

      ”Cover your arms."

      Despite the seriousness of the situation, Aiko was wearing mundane clothes — and not even formal ones, at that. Her black t—shirt had some kind of Nightmare Creature printed on it with a band name written above in bold letters... which wasn't really a problem, except for the fact that the intricate tattoo of a snake that coiled around her right arm was almost fully revealed.

      She grinned sheepishly and summoned a green Memory tunic.

      Sunny hesitated, then said quietly:

      "Are you sure you don't want me to bring you away, to the waking world?"

      Aiko looked up at him and blinked a few times.

      ”And miss all the fun... I mean, miss such a historic event? No, thanks. Plus, I know these guys well. Don't worry, boss, they'll be fine — they have survived worse."

      He stared at her for a few moments, wondering if she would change her mind after witnessing Godgrave.

      In the end, he didn't say anything. Together, they watched as the shoulder of the colossal skeleton grew closer and closer.

      The Ivory Island accelerated, leaving the ascending army far behind. Soon, the sky was entirely hidden by a veil of clouds, and the air grew warmer, the daylight changing subtly.

      They were heading for the collarbone of the dead deity, where the base camp of the Sword Army was supposed to be established. And they — the Fire Keepers — were meant to be the vanguard of the human invasion into Godgrave.

      Their task was not only to clear out the Nightmare Creatures populating the area and serve as a bulwark that protected the slow advance of the army from the arm of the titanic skeleton. What they had to do was much more important.

      It was to bring the authority of the King of Swords, and the power of his Domain, to this cursed land.

      Soon, the vast range of the ancient collarbone was beneath them.

      The ground was white, but there was barely any of it visible under the thick carpet of scarlet growth.

      Moss, grass, and grotesque towering plants were all red, as if bloody marrow had exploded from the cracks and fissures in the ancient bone.

      Of course, the vermilion jungle was teeming with all kinds of abominable creatures, all moving and devouring each other in a mad rush to live and grow in the unknown, but inevitably fleeting amount of time before the veil of cloud broke, and the merciless sun burned them all to ash.

      At such a late stage of infestation, the surface of the dead god's collarbone was not much safer than the dark expanse of the Hollows, where the true horrors dwelled. The strange Nightmare Creatures populating Godgrave would have had enough time to grow immensely strong, reaching the Corrupted or Great Rank en masse.

      The strongest would have already retreated underground, to try and claim a place for themselves away from the annihilating heavens, but many still remained.

      And now, all their undivided attention was turned to the beautiful island drifting below the clouds.

      Usually, these abominations would have felt nothing but fear when looking at the terrible sky.

      But today, perhaps for the first time in countless years, they felt something else.

      A hunger so deep that it drove them into a state of frenzy.

      Immediately, the scarlet jungle seemed to... boil.

      Numerous abominations rushed in the direction of the descending island like a morbid tide. Most of them simply ran, slithered, or crawled, but there were those capable of soaring into the air, as well.

      A vast swarm of Nightmare Creatures rose from the ground to meet the Ivory Island. It seemed inevitable that the flying Citadel would be swallowed by the cloud of them.

      But then, an imperceptible change spread through the world.

      Sunny's eyes narrowed when he recognized the familiar feeling.

      Another Component of the Ivory Tower was unleashed, and suddenly, it was as if a wave of invisible force crashed into the rising abominations, throwing them down or outright obliterating their hideous bodies. Blood spilled from the sky like crimson rain.

      The tyrannical Crushing had come Godgrave, reaping countless lives in the first culling of the great Domain War.
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    ArMiks
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    heads up guys, it's already announced on discord, but still no post on tele

    Chapter 1841: Evil Minds That Plot Destruction
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      Kiber
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      Я дождусь, я точно дождусь gloom
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    Kenneth
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    Sunny after kissing neph troll28
    And wtf is asterion doing in space

    Stacked for two weeks just to finish so quickly
    See y'all in another week
    Can't wait for the next arc: battle of sovereigns peepo063
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