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Chapter 2652: Hidden in the Light

The radiant vapor made it hard to see. It was bright enough to be blinding, and without shadows, discerning the form and size of objects was surprisingly difficult. Jade and the Saints of Night seemed to be doing fine, but Sunny had to summon a small shadow out of the Shadow Lantern and manifest it into a mesh blindfold.

After tying it around his eyes, he finally felt better. Being unable to sense his surroundings still made him uneasy, but at least his vision was not severely impaired. ‘It's better than true darkness, at least!

If it had been elemental darkness, he would not have even been able to summon the shadows to help him in a moment of need. Sunny, Jet, and the Saints of Night cautiously advanced forward. The island supporting the Lighthouse was not very big, but there was still some distance they had to traverse to reach the base of the tower. The ground gently sloped upward, and there was a Set of wide steps they followed... soon enough, however, Sunny gestured for everyone to stop.

“What's wrong?"

He remained motionless for a few minutes, then hissed and took a step back. A strand of his wet hair fell to the ground, cut cleanly by something incredibly sharp.

There was also a deep cut on his forehead, just above his brow. Anybody else would have already been bleeding profusely, but naturally Sunny did not bleed... if he had been a bit taller, though, he would have lost an eye.

“There's something here.’

Reaching forward, he felt the air carefully and then grasped an incredibly thin, razor-sharp wire strewn across the road. The wire was so fine that it would have beer hard to notice even in normal circumstances, but in the blinding radiance that surrounded them, it was practically invisible.

When Sunny pulled on the wire, it glistened subtly, allowing his companions to see — they tensed a little and glanced around, searching for other unseen threats. “Proceed with caution."

There was another wire there, at the level of Sunny's knee. Bending a little, he stepped over it and continued forward with careful steps.

Their progress inevitably slowed.

There were more wires awaiting them ahead. The density increased gradually, unti there was an entire razor-sharp, invisible fence blocking the road. There were also other traps hidden in the blinding radiance — sharp spikes that protruded from the ground, thin blades embedded into the stone, nets that glistened subtly in the air... Sunny and his companions avoided them without much trouble, but anything larger than a human would have had trouble ascending the slopes of the island toward the Lighthouse — not that it mattered much, considering that the horrors of the Eternal City were immortal.

The wires and traps forced Sunny to scout for alternative paths, though. He could have destroyed them, naturally, but there was no telling what that would cause. Traps were often triggered by such actions, after all, not to mention primitive alarm systems.

In the end, they had to circle almost the entire island before finding a way up. The Lighthouse island was eerily quiet and empty, and they did not meet a single enemy while exploring its mysterious shores — however, Sunny stopped once again only a few hundred meters later. They were still surrounded from all sides by hazy radiance, the vapor feeling refreshingly cool on their faces. He peered into the silver light somberly.

"Can you hear it?"

They did. A peculiar, quiet, eerie sound was resounding from the radiant haze ahead, as if something was scraping against the

stone.

Sunny and his companions advanced cautiously, preparing themselves for battle. They were not prepared for what they found ahead, though.

“What... the hell?"

Out there, in front of them, a gruesome body was impaled by six short, sharp steel spikes. The person had their limbs and head severed, and then arranged on the ground like a macabre display. The torso, the arms, the legs, and the head were each pierced by a spike and held in place by them.

The worst part of it all...

Was that the body was still alive.

It moved weakly, trying to free itself of the spikes, and thin tendrils of flesh were reaching toward the severed parts, as if wanting to reunite with them. It was the struggles of the severed body that produced the scraping noise.

The face was covered by a bloody cloth, but they could see its lips moving under the fabric.

Sunny shuddered in revolution.

“What is this?"

Naeve's voice shook.

Sunny remained silent for a few long seconds, then said in a subdued tone: “This... is the danger of immortality."

Indeed, the grotesque body laying on the ground in front of them belonged to one of the fallen immortals of the Eternal City. Someone had left the Abomination here, severed and immobilized — possibly to restrain them, possibly as a punishment.

In any case, Sunny had no desire to free that monstrosity from the spikes.

After studying the impaled immortal for a bit, they carefully moved around the ghastly body and continued forward.

As Sunny and his companions ascended higher, they witnessed a few more similar scenes. Here and there, the fallen immortals were displayed like trophies, weakly trying to set themselves free. Some were nailed to the ground like the first one, some were impaled on tall spikes, some crucified or suspended in nets of razor-sharp wide... Some still looked like humans, while some were no more than abhorrent masses of slithering flesh. There was even a head of a giant bull that was held in place by thick silver chains, its enormous glassy eyes staring at them with hunger and fury. The tongue of the ghastly creature was moving, but its body was nowhere to be seen.

The further Sunny went, the darker his mood became.

‘Just what has happened on this island?" After circling the Lighthouse a few more times and discovering half a dozen cruelly restrained immortals, they approached the great tower.

And there, on its steps...

They finally found an immortal who was not restrained.

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    Noice
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    Kinda wild I’m reading this at the same time that I’ve been watching hells paradise lmao, lots of parallels
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    if he had been a bit taller, though, he would have lost an eye.


    Huh! Advantage of being short! oru2x
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    Wait... if this is possible then why dont sunless do it too ? just cut an immortal into pieces and scatter it around really far away. Like throw it randomly
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      There's... A lot of em
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      Well... don't ask questions, that's how it has to be!
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      Because he needs sufficiently durable materials for this. In previous chapters, even without head, body still moved and Sunny said that ordinary shadows without his will are too fragile
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      knowing his luck..... the parts might re-assamble unto a weird abomination ever stronger than before
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    Stone steps revealed themselves from the blinding radiance, with tall pillars framing their flawless surface. They ascended steeply into the silver haze, disappearing into the brilliant light like the pathway to heaven...


    There was nothing heavenly about them, though, because not a hundred meters lower down the slope, a horrid mass of vivisected flesh was slithering and straining as it tried to escape the wires that bound it and the spikes that impaled it.


    The Lighthouse was obscured by the radiance, but it was near, looming in the haze.


    A young man was sitting on the steps, staring at the ground. As Sunny and his companions approached, he slowly raised his head and peered at them with his strange, nebulous silver eyes.


    The youth looked barely old enough to be called an adult, with beautiful features and dark, flawless skin. He wore a tunic woven out of flowing, luxurious fabric, and his long hair was tied neatly by a piece of metal wire.


    As he regarded them with a hollow look, a strange, ominous smile twisted his lips.


    Hearing the nauseating sounds of rippling flesh behind them, Sunny tensed and readied himself...


    The youth opened his mouth.


    What escaped it were not revolting tendrils of flesh, however.


    They were the familiar sounds of the human language, instead:


    "Kid... is that you? Gods. You look old."


    Sunny froze.


    Jet seemed stunned and confused, too. Naeve's expression was hard to read, while Bloodwave remained his usual grim, nonchalant self.


    Staring at the young man somberly, he pursed his lips, and then said in his low voice: "So you're alive after all, scoundrel."


    The youth studied Bloodwave for a while, not saying anything, then looked behind him.


    "Where is Knossos? Where is Typhaon?"


    'Wait a minute...'


    Sunny blinked and then peered into the soul of the young man. To his surprise, there was no darkness inside it — just the pure, radiant light of a Transcendent soul core.


    Bloodwave shrugged.


    "Dead."


    The youth fell silent. A few moments passed, and then he chuckled.


    "What kind of Nightmare Creature managed to do those two in?"


    Naeve spoke at that moment, his voice sounding a little hoarse:


    "It wasn't a Nightmare Creature. It was the Prince of Nothing." The young man frowned slightly.


    "Who the hell is the Prince of Nothing?"


    Naeve sighed.


    "Mordret of Nowhere. The banished son of the King of Swords."


    The young man blinked a couple of times.


    "Who the hell is... wait, Anvil? Warden's boy?"


    Naeve nodded silently.


    The youth studied him for a bit, and then raised an eyebrow.


    "I see. And who might you be?"


    Naeve stared at him somberly, not saying anything.


    Sunny, who had been listening to their conversation silently, chose that moment to speak. He already suspected who the strange youth was, but wanted to confirm it — so, glancing between Naeve and the young man, he asked in a bewildered tone:


    "Is someone going to do the introductions?"


    Naeve smiled slightly.


    "Sure. These are Soul Reaper and the Lord of Shadows."


    He gestured to the youth.


    "And this is Nightwalker, the founder of our fallen clan. I am glad to see you too... father."


    ****


    Sunny was still digesting the fact that Nightwalker, the legendary and mysterious founder of the House of Nigh, was not only alive... but also his buddy Naeve's absent dad.


    The fact that Nightwalker looked a couple of decades younger than his son was not helping him come to terms with that information, either.


    'At least I know why Bloodwave doesn't like his clan's founder very much, now... the bastard got his older sister pregnant...'


    For all the talk about how the House of Night was not a single family, but an alliance of prominent Legacy Clans of the Stormsea instead, their familial relationships seemed quite complicated.


    Sunny sighed.


    After the brief introduction, Nightwalker rose and invited them to follow him. They walked up the stone steps, heading for the Lighthouse or one of the buildings surrounding it, at least.


    "'So. Can someone catch me up on what has been happening in the world? I am quite curious." Sunny gave him a long look, and, since no one volunteered to speak, said in a neutral tone:


    "Let's see..."


    When was it that Nightwalker had gone missing, again?


    Actually, nobody outside the House of Night really knew.


    "A Category Five Nightmare Gate opened in America, so we lost that side of the planet. Immortal Flame and his daughter died there, as well. Broken Sword and his cohort conquered the Third Nightmare. Then, they conquered the Fourth Nightmare and became Supremes. Then, Broken Sword was killed by his companions, and they diwied up the world."


    Nightwalker whistled quietly.


    "So they are Supremes now, huh? Actually... so there are Supremes now, huh?" Sunny glanced at him.


    "There are seven Supremes, although three of them are already dead. Well... four, technically. Anyway - Valor, Song, and the House of Night established themselves as the Great Clans. Broken Sword's daughter got lost in the Dream Realm for a couple of years, then conquered the Second Nightmare as a Sleeper. Antarctica got swallowed by Nightmare Gates... that's one less continent, again. Your son was there, by the way, risking his life to evacuate the civilians."


    Jet smiled lazily.


    "I was there, as well."


    Nightwalker studied her with interest.


    No, actually...


    'Why is that bastard leering at Jet?"


    Nightwalker smiled.


    "I assume that you are the Soul Reaper. Nice to meet you, young lady."


    Jet chuckled pleasantly.


    "Please call me Jet, mister."


    Sunny stared at them, appalled.


    He coughed.


    "As I was saying... millions of mundane people settled in the Dream Realm. A few years later, Valor and Song went to war. The House of Night attempted to maintain neutrality,


    but in the end, most of its elders were killed by Mordret, and all of its Citadels were usurped."


    Nightwalker's smile dimmed.


    "One man defeated my entire house?"


    He turned to Naeve and Bloodwave with a somber expression.


    Naeve gritted his teeth.


    "That thing can hardly be called a man."


    Nightwalker remained silent for a long while, then sighed and looked away. "Ah, I remember now. That boy was given to the Dreamspawn. It makes sense, then."


    His voice sounded neither somber nor cheerful, just... distant. As if he was talking about


    the past he had left behind.


    Sunny shifted slightly.


    'The Dreamspawn again...'


    So Mordret had not lied.


    Nightwalker and Asterion really did have a history...
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      Sunny studied the back of the young man who was old enough to be his grandfather, wondering what had happened between Nightwalker and Asterion — and when.


      He was full of questions, but knew that it was not the time to ask them yet. The questions still struggled to climb onto his tongue, though, which made him feel itchy.


      Sunny was also controlling the besieged Shadow Legion, repelling the harrowing onslaught of the hideous army of immortals, so there was that as well.


      He squinted.


      "Weren't you a Master?"


      Nightwalker looked at him, then smiled wryly.


      "I found a Seed of Nightmare here in the Eternal City. Took me a... few tries, but I conquered it eventually."


      'A... few tries?"


      Overwhelmed by the implications of these simple words, Sunny briefly wondered who had done it first - Broken Sword and his cohort or Nightwalker. Perhaps it did not matter, in the end.


      He sighed.


      "Anyway, in the war between Valor and Song... neither Valor nor Song won. Broken Sword's daughter won, instead, killing both Anvil and Ki Song — with the help of an extremely dashing sellsword. Who then betrayed her and was promptly killed, as well. They're dating now."


      Nightwalker slowed down and turned, giving him an incredulous look. Strangely enough, Naeve and Bloodwave stared at him with wide eyes, too.


      "Wait... you and Lady Nephis... are together?"


      Sunny gave them a dark look.


      "Oh, did I not mention it? There's no need to sound so shocked, you know. Yes, we are."


      He grinned.


      "We're like two sides of the same coin, she and I."


      Nightwalker stared at him for a moment, then looked at Jet. Then, he smiled. "Good for you."


      Sunny tilted his head, suddenly feeling his smile growing strained.


      "Nephis of the Immortal Flame clan Changing Star - attained Supremacy and became the ruler of humanity. Earth is being slowly devoured by the Dream Realm, so hundreds of millions of people are being resettled to the Dream Realm ahead of the apocalypse. We almost lost the Eastern Quadrant to a Great Terror recently, but a new Supreme ascended and took care of it. That pretty much covers everything. Oh... the remains of the House of Night were absorbed into the government. Saint Jet is the de facto leader of the government, as well as the new captain of the Night Garden."


      Nightwalker looked at Jet once again, then glanced at Naeve and Bloodwave. His expression grew distant for a short while, but cleared eventually.


      "Good to know."


      He studied Sunny silently.


      "Naeve and Bloodwave are members of the House of Night, while the stunning young lady is the captain of the Night Garden. But who are you, kid? Did someone find Shadow God's lineage, after all?"


      Sunny smiled.


      "Someone did."


      He paused for a moment.


      "I am Supreme Sunless, the demigod in charge of conquering this city. I am also thousands of years old, so please refrain from calling me kid... young man." Nightwalker stared at him with no particular expression on his youthful face, then looked away and sighed.


      "The world has changed a lot since I've been gone."


      He walked forward without saying anything else until a wall built of large stone blocks revealed itself from the radiance. Opening the door, Nightwalker walked inside and invited them in.


      The space inside might have been a storage area once, but it had been turned into a makeshift living space now. There was a luxurious bed, paintings and statuettes decorating the haphazard collection of furniture, and several braziers with cold coals in them. There were also weapons and various tools littering the floor, with large spools of metal wire and long spikes leaning against the walls. It seemed like Nightwalker both lived and prepared his traps here. If anything, this place resembled Sunny's room in the ruined cathedral of the Dark City more than anything else.


      Most importantly, though, was that there were shadows here. Bright light spilled through the small window near the roof, but most of the storage space was mercifully dark, soothing Sunny's strained eyes.


      Walking inside, he let out a relieved sigh and pulled the blindfold off. He felt like a fish thrown back into the water.


      Curiously enough, Sunny had not sensed these shadows from the outside. It was only when he crossed the threshold that he felt their presence, hinting that this building — and maybe the Lighthouse, as well — were able to suppress anyone from peering through their walls.


      "Make yourself at home."


      Nightwalker walked over to one of the braziers and made fire. Then, he looked around with a slightly lost expression.


      "Sorry... I don't think I have any food or beverages to offer you. I don't actually remember the last time I ate something."


      In the silence that followed, Naeve sighed and asked the question that had been on all of their minds from the moment they met the miraculously surviving founder of the House of Night:


      "You... you are one of those immortals now, aren't you2"


      Nightwalker regarded him with a neutral expression.


      "Aren't we all immortal here, in the Eternal City?"


      He shrugged, and then sat down in a decadently opulent chair.


      "But yes... the answer to your question is yes. I died here. And then, the Eternal City


      brought me back. So, I am one of its immortals now."


      Naeve drew a shaky breath.


      "But you are not corrupted, like the rest of them?"


      Nightwalker shook his head slowly.


      "No... not yet, at least. In fact, none of the immortals are corrupted."


      Sunny frowned.


      "I'll have to disagree."


      Naeve nodded.


      "Indeed. We've seen them... Jet and the Lord of Shadows fought them, as well. How can those abominations not be corrupted?"


      Nightwalker lingered for a moment.


      "Ah, sorry. I should rather say that the abominations you've faced are not the immortals."


      He leaned back and sighed.


      "The actual immortals aren't really alive anymore. Their bodies are intact and their souls are intact, but their minds have long crumbled. They are like empty dolls with nothing inside... well, at least there wasn't anything inside them, initially."


      Nightwalker looked at them darkly.


      "That was before a certain Nightmare Creature came to the Eternal City, crawled into them, and rooted itself within their immortal bodies. So, the things that you saw and fought is that Nightmare Creature wearing the bodies of the immortals. It's a parasite."'


      Sunny frowned.


      "I don't suppose you know what that Nightmare Creature is called?" Nightwalker turned


      to him and smiled.


      "Oh, naturally I do."


      His smile dimmed, and was then erased from his face.


      "It's called the Flesh of Kanakht.""
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      Why does this feel like a fake chapter frost
      It's written by ai , right?
      ..right?
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        No, it's real chapters.
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    Stacking is so useless I already caught up...
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      Yep..i also stack everyday.... untill the new chapters are updated.
      7
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    Milkman if you can hear us please save us
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    Nightwalker
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    Why did I have to catch up to this at work
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    Damn, they added the path of pain in Shadow Slave
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      Hollow knight mentioned!
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