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Chapter 1731: Slaying Blade.

NQSC was still shivering in the embrace of winter, but the smell of spring was in the air. The deserted alleys of the outskirts were drowning in dirty snow and deep shadows, with no one to clean the former and no lights to dispel the latter. Many of the decrepit human hives stood empty, their tall walls forming lightless wells.

The people who used to populate the hives had long abandoned the cradle of humanity for the vast and dreadful expanse of the Dream Realm.

Sunny was leaning against a wall in one of the alleys. He was clad in the fearsome carapace of the Onyx Mantle, hiding his face behind a mask — not exactly a suitable attire for the waking world. His appearance would have probably frightened the mundane passersby, if there were any. Granted, he was standing in the shadows, so no mundane human could see him anyway.

«Feels so strange. I can barely recognize the place.»

The outskirts of today were too different from the overpopulated, suffocating slums where he had grown up. Times were changing, and NQSC was changing with them.

Sunny had believed that the world was unchanging, once upon a time. The great upheavals of history — the decimating wars, the descent of the Nightmare Spell, the legendary achievements of the First Generation — had happened long before, reshaping the ways of humanity. But by the time he was born, everything seemed lasting and stable, and so, he simply took that stability for granted.

It was a strange feeling, to realize that he was living in the very thick of history instead. Who knew that there had never been any stability, and that the reality he knew was fleeting like a mirage?

He sighed and touched his mask briefly.

The mask he wore was the Memory he had created, [Definitely Not Me]. Unlike Weaver's Mask, which resembled the ferocious face of a demon, this one was quite human, and entirely expressionless. With impenetrable darkness nestling in its eyes, the emotionless mask was quite eerie.

It was also not as comfortable as Weaver's Mask, which hurt his craftsman's pride a little.

He sighed.

«That lazy guy in Bastion is really worthless.»

Calling himself names was perhaps not very healthy, but certainly amusing.

Sunny looked down.

Many things were happening at the same time. Nephis had received the orders of the Clan Valor elders and was supposed to meet him today to relay their will. In the distant Song Domain, Rain had made her way to the roving camp of the road construction crew and was hired as a laborer. The guy in Bastion… truth be told, there was no time to be lazy.

From playing the role of the Memory Purveyor for the Fire Keepers to preparing to forge a sword for Nephis, that incarnation of his was the busiest right now. Not to mention that he had to craft a few Memories for Rain in advance of her Awakening.

The war was drawing closer, and time was running out.

…Nephis, meanwhile, was running late.

Sunny was growing bored. To dispel the boredom, he sent some essence into the Handy Bracelet and summoned the runes.

He studied them for a while, went over his Memories, and finally settled his gaze on the list of his Shadows.

Soon, the runes describing the Soul Serpent ignited in the darkness.

Shadow: Soul Serpent.

Shadow Rank: Transcendent.

Shadow Class: Terror.

Shadow Description:

[When the end came, Shadow was the last of the gods to be destroyed. Many have resented him for creating death, but in the end, death embraced all.]

His gaze lingered on the description.

Sunny had read these runes for the first time a long, long time ago. Back then, it all seemed so strange and mysterious. Now, however… although he knew more about how Shadow God had created death and what it meant, the description of Soul Serpent still touched upon a great mystery.

One of the last great mysteries that Sunny still could not solve.

He knew how the war between the gods and the daemons had started, and why. But how did it end? How were the gods destroyed? What could have killed the creator of death?

For now, there was no answer.

Shaking his head a little, Sunny continued to read the runes.

Shadow Attributes: [Shadow Guide], [Spirit Guide], [Soul Weapon], [Soul Beast], [Soul Companion].

Three of the Attributes had been there before the first enhanced Sunny's essence control when Serpent was in its tattoo form, the second allowed Serpent to become a weapon, the third allowed it to assume the form of a beast.

The [Spirit Guide] and the [Soul Companion] Attributes were new.

He concentrated on them.

Attribute: Spirit Guide.

[Spirit Guide] Attribute Description:

«Soul Serpent enhances the rate at which its master can absorb elemental essence.»

Of course, both the name and the description of the Attribute had been written by Sunny himself, and were the result of his own observations and consideration. Actually, he did not know if this new power of Serpent's was a separate Attribute or an evolution of the [Shadow Guide]. However, there was an important distinction between the two that had made him divide the them.

It was that the [Shadow Guide] only functioned when Serpent was in the form of a tattoo, while the [Spirit Guide] did not. Whether it was the tattoo, the Soul Weapon, or the Soul Beast forms, spirit essence at least that of shadows seemed more active around Serpent, and nourished Sunny's soul better.

Perhaps there was something else to that Attribute, but he did not know. In any case, it was quite useful.

The [Soul Companion] Attribute's name and description, likewise, included some guessing on Sunny's part. He had assumed that it was an evolution of the [Serpentine Steel] Ability at first, but eventually decided otherwise.

Attribute: Soul Companion.

[Soul Companion] Attribute Description: «Soul Serpent can fuse with its master's Shadow Shell, granting it some of its Abilities.

Sunny felt that he had not explored the depths of this Attribute yet, but what he did know was that just like Serpent could augment his body as a tattoo, it could also enhance his Shadow Shell. The Abilities that the Shell could channel were [Soul Reaver] and [Slaying Blade].

And speaking of Abilities…

He lingered for a while, then continued to read the runes.

Shadow Abilities: [Serpentine Steel], [Soul Reaver], [Grace of Shadows], [Formless], [Mark of Shadows], [Slaying Blade].

The first four Abilities were quite familiar to Sunny. The first allowed the Soul Weapon form of Serpent to assume the shape of any weapon, the second granted Sunny a portion of essence of those slain by its Soul Weapon or Soul Beast forms, the third allowed Sunny to bestow Serpent on someone else, and the fourth allowed Serpent to assume the forms of shadows dwelling in Sunny's soul.

The fifth and the sixth Abilities were new.

[Mark of Shadows]… was a peculiar Ability, and one Sunny knew the least about, since there was no good opportunity to experiment with it.

Ability: Mark of Shadows.

[Mark of Shadows] Ability Description:

«Soul Serpent allows the Lord of Shadows to mark his vassals.»

Sunny honestly did not know how it worked, exactly, so he had allowed himself a few liberties when composing that description. He had been able to find out that Serpent could… create lesser versions of itself, for lack of better word. Theoretically, Sunny could place a serpent tattoo on someone, after which a little soul snake would be born in their soul.

What was that snake capable of? Was it a new being or a manifestation of Serpent? He wasn't sure. Sunny had tried to mark his Shadows, but since they did not really have normal souls, the Ability did not work. He had also tried to mark Rain, but nothing happened. He guessed that the soul needed to be at least Awakened to nourish and accommodate the little soul snake, and for the Mark of Shadows to take root.

And since there were no other volunteers, his experiments had ended there… for now.

All he could tell was that the [Mark of Shadows] was connected to the [Grace of Shadows], or maybe even an evolution of it. It was a way to share some benefits of being the master of Soul Serpent without parting with it entirely.

And finally… there was the [Slaying Blade].

The most mysterious of Serpent's Abilities.

What was written in the runes had mostly come from Sunny's intuition, corroborated only slightly by careful observation. Something like that… was hard to observe.

Ability: Slaying Blade.

[Slaying Blade] Ability Description:

«When in its Soul Weapon form, Soul Serpent embodies the Death aspect of Shadow God. As such, it ignores the will of greater beings.»

Perhaps Sunny should have capitalized the word «will». Creatures of higher Ranks, such as the Corrupted Tyrant, Condemnation, had a way of bending the world to their will…

And what was the foremost will of all living beings?

The will to survive. The will to continue existing.

Therefore, killing truly powerful beings was not simply a question of cutting them down. The killing intent of the murderer had to overpower their will to exist, as well. Without the tyrannical will to kill, the sharpest of blades would fail to cut their skin, and the most gruesome of wounds would fail to extinguish their lives.

…Unless Soul Serpent was involved.

From what Sunny could tell, when Serpent assumed its Soul Weapon form, it was as deadly to the greater beings as it was to mundane creatures. He did not have a very rich experience of slaying truly powerful abominations, so this statement was inconclusive… but, from what Sunny had seen, it was also undeniable.

He wasn't sure how it worked, exactly — maybe his killing will was enhanced, maybe the will to exist of the enemy was weakened… or even completely ignored. In any case, he was certain that the Serpent's Soul Weapon form was unexplainably deadly.

Which wasn't particularly useful to him, for now, since most of the enemies he fought did not possess that much of the Will.

And yet, Sunny felt that as his power continued to grow, the caliber of the enemies he faced would also become increasingly inconceivable… and, therefore, the [Slaying Blade] would gain more and more importance in the future. Tremendously so.

«If I live long enough to see that future.»

As he thought that, there was a sound, and he sensed movement at the periphery of his shadow sense.

Soon, a luxurious PTV awkwardly made its way through the snow and stopped some distance away from him. The passenger door opened, and a familiar figure climbed out of the vehicle, looking around with a deadpan expression.

Sunny dismissed the runes and smiled behind the mask.

Nephis had arrived.

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    Dadadai Shukosha
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    I think it has to do with him creating his own shadows, but maybe not.
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    Gerhman_Sparrow23
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    Mark of shadows fells like something related to domain BUT other's domains do not require its members to be awakened like how Nephis is creating her domain even with mundane humans by showing them her movie
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    1732: Luxurious Ride.

    Nephis was wearing inconspicuous civilian clothes… well, there was a medieval flair to them, since the fashion trends had changed in that direction after the advent of the Dream Gates. in the past, only Legacies dressed that way, and even then only for special occasions. But now, it wasn't strange to see people in the affluent districts of NQSC wearing capes, waistcoats, and gambesons.

    Neph's neat ensemble was tailored to fit her figure perfectly. She wore pristine white, her half-shoulder cape embroidered with golden thread — of course, it covered her shield arm, leaving the sword arm free. All in all, she looked exactly how one would imagine a princess of a great clan should look like — beautiful and breathtaking, her clothes blending modest restraint with opulence.

    She looked out of place in the dirty desolation of the outskirts. Or, rather… the outskirts looked out of place when near her.

    As Nephis was looking around, Sunny moved and emerged from the deep shadows, stopping at the border between darkness and light.

    «Lady Nephis.»

    She turned to him, then took a few steps and bowed slightly.

    «Lord Shadow, I am sorry for making you wait.»

    Then, she tilted her head a little and studied him. Her gaze briefly explored his onyx armor, then drifted to the emotionless mask

    After a short pause, Nephis asked:

    «Don't you think that your attire is a bit unsuitable for the waking world?»

    Sunny smiled behind the mask, then raised his chin a bit.

    «Why? I think I look quite good. Don't you?»

    She seemed to be startled by the question. Of course, her expression remained calm, with none of that bafflement finding its way onto her face but after spending some time with Nephis in Bastion, Sunny was slowly relearning how to read her emotions.

    Eventually, she said:

    «You look… unique. I guess.»

    Her tone was flat.

    Sunny grinned behind the mask, the darkness nestling in its eye remaining cold and inscrutable.

    Honestly, he was glad to have the mask hiding his features. Recently, he had been spending a lot of time with Nephis in Bastion, and most of it was… emotionally charged and intense enough that maintaining a calm facade was somewhere between a burden and a torment. He was tired from trying to keep his feelings in check or hiding them when all else had failed.

    Playing the role of an aloof Lord of Shadows was a bit of a relief.

    He nodded.

    «You look stunning as well, Lady Nephis.»

    She gave him a strange look.

    Sunny wanted to chuckle, but held himself back. Remembering his previous blunder, he briefly considered adding that Ki Song's daughter could not compare. But after contemplating the matter deeply, he wisely decided not to remind Nephis about them at all.

    «Shall we?»

    She gestured to the luxurious PTV and walked back to the passenger door.

    The interior of the vehicle was just as opulent as its exterior. The seats were upholstered with genuine Nightmare Creature leather, while natural wood was used for the fittings and fixtures. There was even a refrigerated bar with various beverages and a table with refreshments.

    Sunny stared at the refrigerated bar, momentarily lost in studying its construction. Was it purely electrical or used spelltech? If so, which kind?

    While he was lost in contemplation, the PTV softly drove off.

    «Right, I forgot to ask where we are going, exactly.»

    As if reading his mind, Nephis spoke in a calm tone:

    «The elders were surprisingly open to most of your terms. Still, a few details still need to be discussed. We are going to meet with a representative of Clan Valor and reach the final agreement.»

    Sunny stared at her silently.

    The PTV was much smaller than his dearly missed Rhino, but still more spacious than most civilian vehicles. Therefore, although they were sitting on the same seat, Nephis was regrettably a bit far.

    Would it have killed her to sit closer?

    He asked evenly:

    «Are you not a representative of Clan Valor, Lady Nephis?»

    She smiled faintly.

    «I am. However, there are people who represent it more.»

    After that, both of them kept quiet for a while. The PTV made its way out of the outskirts and passed the great barriers of NQSC, bypassing the usual inspection procedures entirely. The Great Clans stood high above the most privileged of classes, so those associated with them enjoyed a lot of convenience.

    Of course, all of it was a little ironic.

    The PTV, the warm clothes Nephhis wore — all of it was a masquerade that people like them willingly upheld. In truth, she did not need to wear a cape in the winter cold, because no mundane cold could bring discomfort to a Saint.

    As for the vehicle… Nephis could fly, while Sunny could breach great distances with Shadow Step. More than that, both of them could run much faster than the PTV could drive. So, using one had little point.

    He lingered for a few moments, then asked:

    «Why are you dressed so warmly?»

    She seemed to have understood his meaning and shrugged with a faint smile.

    «Helps me feel human.»

    Sunny tilted his head.

    Indeed. There was a purpose for the masquerade that went beyond simple convenience.

    However, he was sitting here clad in battle armor. His demeanor and actions seemed to go against such conventions… so, what did Nephis think of him? That he wasn't human, or that he did not care to feel like one?

    Sunny turned to look at the partition separating the passenger side from the driver's cabin. Even though he could not see who was driving the car, he could sense their shadow. It was a familiar one, belonging to one of the Fire Keepers.

    The PTV was also decently armored and fitted with sound isolation materials, so he could probably speak freely.

    After hesitating for a few moments, he asked:

    «I was thinking about one of our previous conversations.»

    Nephis glanced at him with a hint of curiosity.

    «Oh?»

    Sunny stared ahead indifferently.

    «You said that if one wants to kill a Sovereign, they need to become a Sovereign. Hypothetically speaking, of course. Do you really think that there is no other way?»

    She seemed calm. But then again, she always did.

    …Unless Effie was involved.

    After a long stretch of silence, Nephis looked away and shook her head.

    «It is not only a necessity, but also the only acceptable way.»

    Sunny did not say anything, knowing what she meant. The Sovereigns… had covered their backs, indeed.

    Nephis sighed:

    «There are hundreds of millions of mundane people living across the two Domains, by now. Their number is constantly increasing. There are many more Sleepers each year, as well, but not nearly as many as there should have been. Because those who enter the Dream Realm through one of the Sovereign Gates are protected from having to undergo the First Nightmare, As long as they don't leave the borders of their Domain, the Spell won't call upon them.»

    Her expression darkened.

    «So, what will happen if a Sovereign falls, and their Domain collapses? All those mundane people will Instantly be taken by the Spell. The casualties will be harrowing, and the nascent human civilization in the Dream Realm will be decimated. The only way to avoid such a result is for another Supreme to take the place of the one who fell, and for a new Domain to rise from the ruins of the one that was destroyed.»

    She looked at Sunny somberly:

    «Do you see, Lord Shadow? You asked me how I would fight a Sovereign. Killing a Sovereign is tremendously hard, but not impossible… killing one in a way that I can stomach is much more vexing. You might not harbor similar concerns, but… something tells me that you do. So, you see in the hypothetical situation you presented, becoming a Supreme is not only what has to be done, but also what needs to be done. I won't have it any other way, nor can I.»

    As she finished speaking, the PTV came to a halt.

    Nephis smiled.

    «But let's not discuss such dreadful matters anymore. We have arrived.»

    Sunny nodded and prepared to exit the vehicle. As he did, he asked with a hint of indifference:

    «Who are we meeting?»

    Nephis opened the door and climbed out, then said without turning back:

    «Oh, didn't I mention? We are meeting my sister…»
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      1733: Familiar Stranger.

      Sunny did not show any outward reaction — the Lord of Shadows was not someone who would be agitated by a mere mention of the Princess of War, after all. Internally, though, he was troubled.

      «Morgan…»

      His relationship with Morgan of Valor was not very deep, but it was rather impactful. From their first meeting in the arena of the Dream Tournament, to his brief stint as her sparring partner, to the hellish journey across the Nightmare Desert… he couldn't say that he hated her a lot, but he also couldn't say that there was any sympathy between them.

      First and foremost, Morgan represented the Great Clans in his mind. Not only their callousness, but also their dread and might. As such, he could never quite perceive her as an individual… which was, perhaps, a little unfair, but also understandable.

      There had been a time when Morgan represented the pinnacle of power in his mind…

      That time was long gone.

      By now, Sunny was confident that he was superior to her in all but a few aspects.

      Morgan did possess a diabolical talent for warfare and strategy… the cruel stratagem she had pulled off in Antarctica would have decimated the forces of Song, costing the Queen of Worms several of her most cherished daughters and the chance to claim the Tomb of Ariel — if not for the sudden arrival of the Nightmare Gates, of course.

      And that was despite Mordret scheming to ruin Varor behind the scenes.

      However, that was not what troubled Sunny. What troubled him was that he did not know the current Morgan at all.

      The old Morgan was dangerous, but familiar, like a sharp sword. The new Morgan was a stranger. There were rumors that she had changed a lot after suffering a defeat at the hands of her brother, and the mystery surrounding her Third Nightmare did not help.

      Someone cunning and unfamiliar was the exact kind of person he would have preferred to avoid.

      However, there was no avoiding her now.

      Sighing quietly, Sunny followed Nephis into a lavish building.

      It seemed that the elders of Clan Valor were being considerate today. They had not invited him to the heavily guarded compound of the Great Clan, choosing neutral territory to conduct the meeting instead.

      It was just that…

      The territory they had selected was an exclusive restaurant frequented by the elites of NQSC. Sunny, in his onyx armor, looked more than a little out of place when a dapper man them to a private booth on the lowest underground level of the luxurious establishment. He caught a few stairs…

      But not as much as Nephis.

      She ignored them casually, so he followed suit and acted as if it was the restaurant that was at fault for the mismatch, not the other way around.

      «Is that the way of a Legacy?»

      Soon, they entered a spacious underground chamber. The interior here was worthy of being called a work of art, with tasteful decor and softly murmuring water features creating a pleasant and tranquil atmosphere.

      Or rather, it would have been tranquil if not for the dangerous presence of the woman who sat behind the table, enjoying a glass of red wine.

      «…Well, some things never change, I guess.»

      Morgan was as striking as he had been before. She was dressed in a flawlessly tailored business suit, which was entirely black — just like the fashionable leather gloves she wore on her hands. Her raven-black hair only made her alabaster skin look paler, and there were only three flashes of vibrant color about her — her ruby cufflinks, her red lips, and her daunting vermilion eyes.

      Her presence was much more powerful and cold than it had been in the past. The luxurious chamber was permeated by a sense of lethal sharpness, as if everything here was a hidden blade.

      However, what drew Sunny's attention the most was something that he could not quite put into words. Morgan seemed… different, somehow. Whether it was her sharp gaze or elegant demeanor, everything about her seemed the same, but also fundamentally changed.

      Perhaps she had just matured… perhaps it was something else.

      In any case, Sunny found it much harder to only perceive Morgan as an extension of Clan Valor and its ruler, as opposed to a person.

      «…What is up with Morgan?»

      While Sunny was staring at her silently, she put down the wine glass and smiled.

      Her smile was perfectly pleasant, but looked cold and infinitely sharp despite having no reason to.

      «You are here, sister. Finally.»

      Nephis simply nodded.

      «Lord Shadow, this is my older sister, Princess Morgan of Valor. Sister, this is Saint Shadow.»

      Hiding behind the mask, Sunny studied them without saying anything.

      The two did not look like sisters. In fact, with one dressed in white, and the other in black, they looked as if someone had consciously attempted to create two exquisite beauties who were the exact opposite of each other.

      Morgan looked at him with curiosity.

      «Ah, the hermit Saint of Godrave. I've heard a lot about you, Lord of Shadows. It is a pleasure to finally meet you face-to-face. Or… face-to-mask, I guess.»

      Her smile widened a little.

      Sunny tilted his head, then walked over to the table and pulled out a chair for Nephis. Once she was seated, he sat down himself and stared at Morgan, who had been observing his actions curiously.

      «The pleasure is mine, Lady Morgan. I've heard a lot about you, too.»

      She raised an eyebrow.

      «Oh? Only good things, I hope.»

      Sunny kept quiet for a moment, considering what to say.

      Eventually, he spoke in a cold and indifferent tone:

      «That brother of yours paid me a visit. He seemed like a weakling.»

      The implication was clear… a person who knew Mordret's true background would undoubtedly know about the Battle of the Black Skull. Therefore, what Sunny had said meant the following:

      «I fought your pathetic brother and defeated him easily, You had fought him and lost miserably. Doesn't that make you the true weakling?»

      Of course, Mordret was not weak. He was the opposite. The vessel that had visited Sunny in Godgrave was merely one of countless that the Prince of Nothing controlled, and an expendable one to boot. Which meant that it did not possess a lot of power… nevertheless, that weak body had somehow traversed the harrowing hell of the Death Zone and arrived at the Nameless Temple in one piece.

      Even then, Sunny had only defeated it easily because Mordret had no knowledge of how dangerous his soul was, anymore. The legion of silent shadows dwelling in Sunny's soul took care of the rest.

      Sadly, it was a trick that would only work once.

      What would happen the next time Sunny and Mordret met? He wasn't sure.

      No one truly knew how many bodies the Prince of Nothing controlled. His Transformation Ability was similar to that of the Soul Stealer — it allowed Mordret to split his soul and wear multiple bodies at once. It seemed to be weaker than that of the appalling Plague, though… or at least more limiting for someone who had not succumbed to Corruption and wanted to remain sane.

      Otherwise, Mordret could have probably consumed all of humanity by now.

      Sometimes, when Sunny walked around the crowded streets of Bastion, he looked at the faces in the crowd and felt momentarily overcome by fear, thinking that he had no way to know if… maybe… Mordreat already had.

      If everyone had already been turned into his marionettes, with only Sunny and a few powerful people left alive, not knowing that they were surrounded from all sides.

      …It was a disturbing feeling.

      Chasing the paranoia away, Sunny glanced at Morgan and waited for her reaction.

      She looked at him silently for a few moments. And then threw her head back, laughing melodiously.

      «Oh, right. You met that despicable person. And roughed him up! That makes me like you, already. Please, tell me more…»
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        1734: Behind closed doors.

        After the initial pleasantries, it was time for the actual negotiations. However, Sunny did not have to strain himself too much most of the work had already been done by Nephis and Cassie, so he could just reap the rewards of their efforts.

        Still, he felt a little wistful.

        The situation was reminiscent of the last time he had to negotiate with Valor — back then, it was Morgan who had come to represent the Great Clan, as well. Sunny had been a mere Master and in hot water with her family because of the incident in the Night Temple, trying to avoid becoming their retainer at all costs.

        «Times have changed…»

        Today, he was trying to come to Valor's side, instead. However, the situation was entirely different.

        His position had been hopelessly below the Great Clan back then, and therefore, there had been almost no room for negotiations. Now, Valor needed him much more than he needed them… at least on the surface. As such, he held all the leverage, and could dictate his terms freely.

        Morgan sipped her wine and smiled.

        «So, let me get it straight, Lord Shadow. You are willing to ally yourself with the Sword Domain in the upcoming war. You will fight on our side, aiding our armies to the best of your ability. Which, by the way, must be truly a sight to behold, considering how Impressed my sister seemed after returning from Godgrave. Taken, even…»

        Sitting by his alde, Nephis remained perfectly Impassive.

        He noticed her grip on the stem of her glass tightening, though, and smiled behind the mask.

        Morgan continued:

        «However, you refuse to swear allegiance to my father. You also insist on retaining sole ownership of your Citadel… which, as you must know, is the most precious thing you possess, in the context of this conflict. More than that, you are only willing to make a personal deal with my sister, not a pact with Clan Valor as a whole. Am I correct?»

        Sunny nodded.

        «Indeed.»

        Morgan laughed again.

        «Ah, really… if I hadn't known any better, I would have thought that you harbor impure thoughts about my little sister, Lord Shadow. You… you don't, do you?»

        He answered evenly:

        «Not at the moment, no.»

        Nephis spared him a calm glance, Before Morgan could reply, however, Sunny added in the same aloof tone:

        «I hear that Clan Valor offered a marriage alliance to the House of Night, Lady Morgan, but you were refused by that young Saint. I wonder if the rumors are true.»

        His wording was ambiguous, leaving room for Interpretation. Did he mean that Clan Valor was refused, or that Morgan herself was?

        Her smile turned a little sharper, her tone sullen:

        «I must say… for a famous recluse, you are very well-informed, Lord Shadow.»

        By now, everyone powerful enough to be informed of his existence had to be wondering about his identity. Someone as strong as the Lord of Shadows could not have appeared out of nowhere the Legacy Clans, especially, would not believe that he was a nobody. They believed in family background and pedigree too much… and for a good reason, considering their own accomplishments.

        From what Sunny knew, the most popular theory about his background was the very same that had often made his ears bleed as Mongrel — that he was tied in some scandalous way to the founder of the House of Night, Nightwalker. Some considered him an outcast from the Song Domain, while some were certain that he was the bastard son of some Legacy Clan in the Sword Domain.

        Those who knew more about the truth of the world even suspected that he had been secretly raised by the mysterious third Sovereign, Asterion, perhaps hailing from the same destroyed fringe faction as him.

        Sunny wanted them to speculate as much as possible. The wilder their Imaginations ran, the further they would move from the truth, while simultaneously deepening the Impression of him in their minds.

        Morgan shook her head and smiled.

        «In any case… It's fine. You don't have to swear allegiance to my father. And you can keep your Citadel. Of course, we will need you to make some concessions in return.»

        Sunny raised an eyebrow behind the mask.

        He had expected that Morgan would acquiesce to his demands. However, he had not expected that she would do it so easily.

        His refusal to accept Anvil as his king was easy to swallow. Right now, the King of Swords needed his strength more than his fealty — Sunny could maintain his independence, not becoming a part of the Sword Domain, until the war was over. It didn't matter too much, because once the war was over and Anvil conquered the world, forcing a recalcitrant Saint to submit or be eradicated would not present a problem.

        If the war was lost, though…he would be dead, and therefore problem-free.

        The Citadel, however…

        Sunny had thought that Valor would fight for the ownership of the Nameless Temple harder, It presented them with an enticing opportunity to spread the Sword Domain Into Godgrave before the war had even started, after all.

        «I guess they are really wary of me offering my services to Song Instead.»

        Or maybe there was something else at play. He would have to ask Cassie later.

        For now, though…

        Sunny stared at Morgan silently, then said without any emotion:

        «That is good to hear. What concessions?»

        She looked at him, interlocking her fingers and resting her chin on them.

        «As my sister has informed you, the war will start with both clans establishing fortresses on the shoulders of the dead god. From there, we will venture deeper across the breastbone, slowly conquering Godgrave and searching for the Citadels in the Hollows. We will fight each other desperately in the process, of course, trying to stall the enemy.»

        Sunny nodded, prompting her to continue:

        «Although you can keep ownership of your Citadel, you will need to make it available to the forces of Clan Valor, In short, we will establish a secondary fortress there, garrisoned by a relatively small, but elite force of Awakened and Masters. They will have to place their anchors and make use of the Gateway, of course… but no Saints, as per our agreement.»

        She smiled.

        «I do not need to tell you how great of an advantage it would be to possess an operational base in the depths of Godgrave. Not only will we be able to hasten our exploration of it, but we will also have an opportunity to put pressure on Song from two sides, forcing them to allocate a significant force to defend their flank… unless they wish to have their supply lines cut, of course.»

        He considered it for a few moments, then nodded.

        «Acceptable.»

        Morgan continued:

        «Second, you will have to assist our Saints in establishing safe passages through the Hollows and share your knowledge of local topography, including the probable locations of unclaimed Citadels, the hunting territories of powerful Nightmare Creatures, and the general characteristics of the abominations dwelling in Godgrave. Having advance knowledge of these things will be of great help to the war effort, no doubt.»

        Sunny tilted his head.

        Venturing into the Hollows was dangerous, but unavoidable, He had expected a condition like that.

        «I agree.»

        She smiled and picked up her wine glass, bringing it to her red lips.

        «Well, and lastly, all the rest that one would expect from an ally. You will participate in general battles against the enemy, take responsibility for your stretch of the battlefront, and so on. I trust a warrior like you won't be reluctant to prove his mettle.»

        Sunny smiled behind the mask.

        «I don't have a desire to prove anything to anyone, but sure. These terms suit me fine.»

        Morgan nodded and offered him her hand.

        «If only everyone was so easy to persuade. Then, I will look forward to working with you in the future, Lord Shadow.»

        Sunny took her hand, feeling a bit… disappointed.

        That was it? Wasn't it a bit anticlimactic?

        They were talking about the war that would reshape the world, throw all of humanity into chaos, and potentially destroy it.

        And yet, the words they spoke were so mundane.

        But then again, maybe the fate of humanity had always been decided by dry conversations between very few people, held behind closed doors in opulent chambers.

        He smiled.

        «I am looking forward to the future, as well.»
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          Awybin
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          I thought he would inform her and leverage something using his information about the alliance between Song and Night... maybe he was too surprised by how easy everything was or was planning on giving this chip to Cassie?
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          MamaMia
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          3 chapters gone in the blink of an eye gloom
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      Аман Алинур
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      👍🏻.
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    Binged close to 1k chaps In 2 and a half weeks, overall very good experience. If you have any recommendations lmk satisfied
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    ZEXOS
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    1732. Luxurious Ride


    Nephis was wearing inconspicuous civilian clothes... well, there was a medieval flair to them, since the fashion trends had changed in that direction after the advent of the Dream Gates. in the past, only Legacies dressed that way, and even then only for special occasions. But now, it wasn't strange to see people in the affluent districts of NQSC wearing capes, waistcoats, and gambesons.

    Neph's neat ensemble was tailored to fit her figure perfectly. She wore pristine white, her half-shoulder cape embroidered with golden thread - of course, it covered her shield arm, leaving the sword arm free. All in all, she looked exactly how one would imagine a princess of a great clan should look like - beautiful and breathtaking, her clothes blending modest restraint with opulence.

    She looked out of place in the dirty desolation of the outskirts. Or, rather... the outskirts looked out of place when near her.

    As Nephis was looking around, Sunny moved and emerged from the deep shadows, stopping at the border between darkness and light.

    "Lady Nephis."

    She turned to him, then took a few steps and bowed slightly,

    "Lord Shadow, I am sorry for making you wait.”

    Then, she tilted her head a little and studied him. Her gaze briefly explored his onyx armor, then drifted to the emotionless mask

    After a short pause, Nephis asked:

    "Don't you think that your attire is a bit unsuitable for the waking world?"

    Sunny smiled behind the mask, then raised his chin a bit.

    "Why? I think I look quite good. Don't you?"

    She seemed to be startled by the question. Of course, her expression remained calm, with none of that bafflement finding its way onto her face but after spending some time with Nephis in Bastion, Sunny was slowly relearning how to read her emotions.

    Eventually, she said:

    "You look... unique. I guess."

    Her tone was flat.

    Sunny grinned behind the mask, the darkness nestling in its eye remaining cold and inscrutable.

    Honestly, he was glad to have the mask hiding his features. Recently, he had been spending a lot of time with Nephis in Bastion, and most of it was... emotionally charged and intense enough that maintaining a calm facade was somewhere between a burden and a torment. He was tired from trying to keep his feelings in check or hiding them when all else had failed.

    Playing the role of an aloof Lord of Shadows was a bit of a relief.

    He nodded.

    "You look stunning as well, Lady Nephis

    She gave him a strange look.

    Sunny wanted to chuckle, but held himself back. Remembering his previous blunder, he briefly considered adding that Ki Song's daughter could not compare. But after contemplating the matter deeply, he wisely decided not to remind Nephis about them at all.

    "Shall we?"

    She gestured to the luxurious PTV and walked back to the passenger door.

    The interior of the vehicle was just as opulent as its exterior. The seats were upholstered with genuine Nightmare Creature leather, while natural wood was used for the fittings and fixtures. There was even a refrigerated bar with various beverages and a table with refreshments.

    Sunny stared at the refrigerated bar, momentarily lost in studying its construction. Was it purely electrical or used spelltech? If so, which kind?

    While he was lost in contemplation, the PTV softly drove off.

    'Right, I forgot to ask where we are going, exactly.’

    As if reading his mind, Nephis spoke in a calm tone:

    "The elders were surprisingly open to most of your terms. Still, a few detalls still need to be discussed. We are going to meet with a representative of Clan Valor and reach the final agreement.

    Sunny stared at her silently.

    The PTV was much smaller than his dearly missed Rhino, but still more spacious than most civilian vehicles. Therefore, although they were sitting on the same seat, Nephis was regrettably a bit far.

    Would it have killed her to sit closer?

    He asked evenly:

    "Are you not a representative of Clan Valor, Lady Nephis?"

    She smiled faintly.

    "I am. However, there are people who represent it more."

    After that, both of them kept quiet for a while. The PTV made its way out of the outskirts and passed the great barriers of NQSC, bypassing the usual inspection procedures entirely. The Great Clans stood high above the most privileged of classes, so those associated with them enjoyed a lot of convenience,

    Of course, all of it was a little ironic.

    The PTV, the warm clothes Nephhis wore - all of it was a masquerade that people like them willingly upheld. In truth, she did not need to wear a cape in the winter cold, because no mundane cold could bring discomfort to a Saint.

    As for the vehicle... Nephis could fly, while Sunny could breach great distances with Shadow Step. More than that, both of them could run much faster than the PTV could drive. So, using one had little point.

    He lingered for a few moments, then asked:

    "Why are you dressed so warmly?"

    She seemed to have understood his meaning and shrugged with a faint smile.

    "Helps me feel human."

    Sunny tilted his head.

    Indeed. There was a purpose for the masquerade that went beyond simple convenience.

    However, he was sitting here clad in battle armor. His demeanor and actions seemed to go against such conventions... so, what did Nephis think of him? That he wasn't human, or that he did not care to feel like one?

    Sunny turned to look at the partition separating the passenger side from the driver's cabin. Even though he could not see who was driving the car, he could sense their shadow. It was a familiar one, belonging to one of the Fire Keepers.

    The PTV was also decently armored and fitted with sound isolation materials, so he could probably speak freely.

    After hesitating for a few moments, he asked:

    "I was thinking about one of our previous conversations.”

    Nephis glanced at him with a hint of curiosity.

    "Oh?”

    Sunny stared ahead indifferently.

    "You said that if one wants to kill a Sovereign, they need to become a Sovereign. Hypothetically speaking, of course. Do you really think that there is no other way?"

    She seemed calm. But then again, she always did.

    ...Unless Effie was involved.

    After a long stretch of silence, Nephis looked away and shook her head.

    "It is not only a necessity, but also the only acceptable way."

    Sunny did not say anything, knowing what she meant. The Sovereigns... had covered their backs, indeed.

    Nephis sighed:

    "There are hundreds of millions of mundane people living across the two Domains, by now. Their number is constantly increasing. There are many more Sleepers each year, as well, but not nearly as many as there should have been. Because those who enter the Dream Realm through one of the Sovereign Gates are protected from having to undergo the First Nightmare, As long as they don't leave the borders of their Domain, the Spell won't call upon them."

    Her expression darkened.

    "So, what will happen if a Sovereign falls, and their Domain collapses? All those mundane people will Instantly be taken by the Spell. The casualties will be harrowing, and the nascent human civilization in the Dream Realm will be decimated. The only way to avoid such a result is for another Supreme to take the place of the one who fell, and for a new Domain to rise from the ruins of the one that was destroyed."

    She looked at Sunny somberly:

    "Do you see, Lord Shadow? You asked me how I would fight a Sovereign. Killing a Sovereign is tremendously hard, but not impossible... killing one in a way that I can stomach is much more vexing. You might not harbor similar concerns, but... something tells me that you do. So, you see in the hypothetical situation you presented, becoming a Supreme is not only what has to be done, but also what needs to be done. I won't have it any other way, nor can I."

    As she finished speaking, the PTV came to a halt.

    Nephis smiled.

    "But let's not discuss such dreadful matters anymore. We have arrived."

    Sunny nodded and prepared to exit the vehicle. As he did, he asked with a hint of indifference:

    "Who are we meeting?"

    Nephis opened the door and climbed out, then said without turning back:

    "Oh, didn't I mention? We are meeting my sister…”
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    Awybin
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    Or maybe it isn't that ignores the will of the others, but that it carries such an unfathomable will that overwhelms everything else... shuch as the will of Shadow wiseacre
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      ArMiks
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      that's basically it tho, isn't it? whether it ignores the opposing will, or overpowers it, the end result basically equates to the serpent-blade negating the opposing will to deal true damage
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        Awybin
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        Yeah, but what I'm saying is that, though the outcome is the same, there is a huge difference whether it has the power to ignore the opposing will or if it has a portion of Shadow's will sealed inside it. Imagine the possibilities...
        It's just a theory, though...
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          ArMiks
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          probs not, even the shadow lamp and shadow realm fragment didn't have implications of residual will, and they should have had an intimate connection to shadow god, so the odds are quite low for serpent to have one. tho you're right that if that was the case, it would have a lot of possibilities for var scenarios
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    Gabriel12
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    finally we are with sunny
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    yumtumtum
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    wonder if his army of soul shadow creatures still expands after killing others, or it stopped due to him leaving the spell and has to learn to do it manually
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      Kiber
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      Так море души остаётся морем души, там всё ещё находятся Куча его павших врагов.
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      Darmol
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      This is his aspect ability
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      Dummybaron
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      1st it is power of Aspect and part of Shadows nature 2nd it was literaly mentioned that Army stood around Shadow Projection of Nameless Temple in Sunny's Soul Sea
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    Novel Addict
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    I agree with the one below, I can’t wait for more Sunphis
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      Turnc4406
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      Nenny.
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        rekicchi
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        I cried cheerful
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    Kiber
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    Эх, в след главе будет интересные взаимодействия Санни+Нефис
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