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Chapter 2694: Call of Shadow

‘Ah, crap...'

The Shadow Lantern was a Divine Memory, but it had always been subtle and understated. Usually, nothing flashy really happened when Sunny opened its gate — in fact, nothing happened at all. It was on him to either command or coax shadows into entering or call them back from the other side.

That was not what was transpiring at the moment, though.

As soon as the Gate of Shadow opened, a strange ripple spread through the void chamber, and the blinding radiance of the immolating star imprisoned in its center seemed to dim a little.

A powerful pull descended upon the shadows, drawing them toward the Shadow Lantern, which drifted away from Sunny in the weightlessness while spinning slowly. Then, the Shadow Lantern suddenly froze in place, rooting itself into the world like a pillar of existence.

That was when the trouble began. Everything seemed to stand still for a moment, and then the world shook.

‘What the...’

Sunny lost his balance and fell to his knees. Raising his head, he glanced at the distant Shadow Lantern with wide eyes.

Its small gate suddenly seemed vast and boundless like the Realm of Death itself, and the subtle pull it was exerting on the orphaned shadows turned annihilating.

More than that, it was growing more overwhelming with each moment.

Even Sunny was dragged into the air, only managing to hold himself in place by sinking the claws of his armored gauntlet into the metal floor.

All around him, the shadows of the immortals — hundreds of thousands of them — were slowly floating upward, pulled toward the boundless darkness of the Gate of Shadow.

It was like a dark, twisted version of the Rapture.

The laws of existence had been defied by the stubborn will of the Demon of Repose for untold eons, and now, the universe seemed to be zealously correcting itself, using the Shadow Lantern as its conduit. At least that was what it felt like to Sunny, who found himself caught in that violent process.

The fierce white star was still burning in the heart of the void chamber, but now, there was an opposite singularity mirroring it — a flawlessly dark dot that was pulling everything toward itself. Shadows were pouring into the maw of the Shadow Lantern, and it seemed as if it was consuming the torrents of blinding stellar light with them.

With every shadow that passed through the Gate of Shadow, the radiant light of the imprisoned star was growing a little dimmer.

‘N—not good:

Sunny had thought that the Shadow Lantern was only exerting its pull on the shadows, but when the metal floor he was clinging to deformed and bent upward, he realized that he was wrong.

The entire place seemed to be slowly imploding.

..Outside the Palace, Cassie was standing on the walls of the Dark Castle. The harrowing battle between the allied forces of the Flame and Shadow Domains and the dreadful union of the remnants of Kanakht was raging all around her, but she was suddenly distracted by something else.

A drop of something cold had just landed on her head.

Raising a hand, Cassie brushed her fingers across her forehead and then brought them to her lips.

She tasted salt.

‘Not blood... water?’

Raising her head as if wishing to gaze at the dark sky, she frowned.

She had to wait for one of her marks to do the same before she could see anything. Drops of water were falling down on the vast ruins of the Eternal City, splashing against the rubble here and there, as if it was about to rain.

Naturally, it was impossible for rain clouds to gather above the sunken city. Which could only mean one thing...

(Sunny. What... the hell did you do?]

It could only mean that the dome above the Eternal City was failing.

His voice resounded in her head a moment later:

[Well, about that... do you remember how I promised to unravel the sorcery of Repose? I think...]

Far away, in the heart of the Palace, Sunny's avatar rippled and turned into the four-armed devil, using all his claws and even his tail to hold onto the bending floor. [I think I succeeded a little bit too hard!] Sunny cursed under his breath and rushed across the imploding void chamber, looking around frenetically.

The luminous star was slowly losing its radiance, while the black Gate facing it seemed to be becoming darker and darker. It was like a spherical rift in the fabric of existence by now, surrounded by a flowing halo of light that disappeared into its vast darkness.

The void chamber was gradually growing smaller as it collapsed on itself.

‘Where are you... where the hell are you?’ Sunny's gaze was jumping between the floating shadows. His other senses were searching, as well.

He had almost made a full circle around the imploding chamber by the time he finally found what he was looking for.

"Found you!"

Sunny wanted to shout, but there was no air in his lungs, and none for him to inhale anywhere around.

Hesitating for a moment, he let go of the deformed metal floor and launched himself into the air.

The Gate of Shadow pulled him toward it with frightening force, but he had accounted for its draw already.

Flying across the maelstrom of stellar radiance and deep darkness, he reached a particular shadow and grabbed it. Grabbing a shadow seemed like an impossible feat, but he willed his hand to do just that against all reason.

‘Sorry, buddy. It's not time for you to find peace yet.

The shadow he grabbed belonged to Nightwalker.

Twisting in the air, Sunny manifested a heavy kunai linked to a black chain in his hands and threw it back toward the caving floor. The kunai pierced deep into the weakened metal, and Sunny held to the chain for his dear life, relying on it to keep him from falling into the frightening black hole of the Gate of Shadow.

It was not time to leave the chamber yet. ‘Hold on tight!"

He did not say those words aloud, and the shadow of Nightwalker would not have heard him, anyway.

But it seemed to grow still in his grasp.. The void chamber was slowly coming undone around them.

And around the chamber, the Palace was coming undone as well.

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    Noice
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    Reminds me of the Prowling Thorn.
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    I got a question:
    idk if it was stated or it wasnt but how exactly did Sunny keep the two divine memories after losing his fate
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      The author glossed over it but there are good reasons for both

      Weavers mask stayed because it wasn't from the spell, and was instead something he picked up (similarly, if he had the crown of dawn on him when he became fateless, he would've kept it)

      Shadow lantern is either plot convenience or the aspect legacy relics aren't made by the spell like other memories, and instead pulled from somewhere or a product of the aspect itself
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        Thanks man hokage
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      Sunny retained all the memories that he himself modified, in addition to the divine memories (I believe this is due to the fact that they were not created by the spell, only stored and delivered, just like the soul serpent).
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        That's exactly what it is. I don't know if the spell can even make divine memories
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          It one shot all the gods and daemons, you think it can’t make a Divine memory?
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            It absorbed the gods in the beginning to form the anchors of the spell weave of the spell itself. But it has never created a divine memory. Sunny even theorized that the memories it makes doesn't go beyond a certain rank
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              It still was capable of destroying all the gods. Reason stands that, with enough Unholy abominations killed by Spell users, it can create a Divine memory. The problem really stands with no one really having killed any.
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                I mean believe whatever you want, but it's already been said that it's unlikely it can create one.
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                  We definitely won’t see it happen, but I don’t think it’s necessarily impossible.
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    [quote][Twisting in the air, Sunny manifested a heavy kunai linked to a black chain in his hands and threw it back toward the caving floor. The kunai pierced deep into the weakened metal, and Sunny held to the chain for his dear life, relying on it to keep him from falling into the frightening black hole of the Gate of Shadow.[quote]

    throwback to the prowling thorn
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    the author always answers questions
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    ///deleted
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    You know you are fked when you realise
    1. Sunny holds a grudge against you
    2. Effie loses her appetite
    3. It starts to rain in the eternal city
    4.

    Fill in the 4th
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      4) Когда понимаешь что главы которые я копил начиная с арки где была испытание Кая заканчивается
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      Effie only loses her appetite when pregnant
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      When your reflection smiles at you! pressure
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    ‘Sorry, buddy. It's not time for you to find peace yet.


    Working overtime after death:
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    Quote: Euphoric PlaceHolder
    MILKMAN WAKE UP CHAPTER DROP

    He may have my deepest condolences. Wishing him strength and peace.
    Don't worry Milkman, we have got neggarian prince who will fulfil your wish of posting chapters
    I know how much everyone cared about you. you were always there when we needed new chapters, really it was of much help. neggarian price will honour your memory and respect your legacy passed on to him

    His milks was the best I ever drank 😭😭
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    chapter 2695 A castle built on fog
    A grotesque laughter surrounded Nephis as she flew above the lake, illuminating its turbulent surface with her radiance. She had long assumed the form of the spirit of flame, wielding the Blessing to battle the Madness of Kanakht.

    The ancient Nightmare Creature was like a vast cloud of smoke and black dust that constantly changed and shifted, obscuring hundreds of twisted forms that seemed to be hidden in its dark depths. It had no claws, no fangs, and no hands to wield deadly weapons... however, it had no blood to be spilled, no heart to be pierced, and no head to be severed either.

    Its form was whatever madness consumed its enemies, and its power was whatever obsession made them weak.

    The delusions given form by the black dust wielded monstrous strength, capable of shattering mountains and ripping titans apart. What truly made the Madness of Kanakht frightening, however, was the terrifying onslaught of insidious mental attacks it unleashed upon its victim.

    Nephis could feel it as she invoked the name of Destruction and channeled her flames through the Blessing, summoning a fierce firestorm — a malevolent presence invading her mind to infest it with a ghastly delirium.

    Tormented by unbearable pain and dazed by the encroaching delusion, she chillingly commanded the storm of flames to swallow the billowing expanse of black smoke.

    The Madness of Kanakht laughed louder as it burned.

    "More... burn me more, hurt me more, more... more!"

    The vast cloud was incinerated, turning into a maelstrom of ash.

    However, a second later, the ash turned into smoke and black dust again, flowing forward like a flood to swallow her.

    That was the worst of it. No matter how many times Nephis destroyed the Madness of Kanakht, it never seemed to die.

    "Did you know, nephilim?"

    An avalanche of devastating blows rained on her from all sides, forcing Nephis to dance in the air with her sword to defend herself. "I've never met anyone as mad as you..." Nephis cut the world with her Will, creating arift in the boundless expanse of the Madness of Kanakht. She escaped its dark vastness and spun to deliver another strike. A torrent of white flame spanning hundreds of meters fell from above, severing the black cloud in two. As soon as it touched the water, a deafening explosion rang, and everything became enveloped in steam.

    "I draw power from madness, and your mind... ah, what a delicacy... what a feast..." A moment later, the Madness of Kanakht was already mended and rushed forward to push her closer to the shore.

    Nephis suppressed a groan, disoriented by the blinding pain of her Flaw. She was usually better at enduring it, but her mind was weakened by the constant assault of the vile delirium.

    ‘Ah...'

    They had assumed that the delirium consuming her mind was strictly an attack meant to infect and debilitate her, but as it turned out, its main purpose was the opposite — it used her own mind to strengthen the Madness of Kanakht.

    Nephis knew that she was not the most normal person. Her desires had always bordered on obsession, and her resolve had always been far more extreme than that of most people... all people, really, as far as she could tell. On top of that, she was Supreme, and all Supremes had to be a little mad to sustain the heavy weight of their unreasonable defiance.

    So, if the Madness of Kanakht drew power from the derangement of its victims, it could gain quite a lot from her.

    But Nephis had invoked the Name of Passion at the start of their battle, adding fuel to her already scathing desires. That was a way to strengthen her Will, but it had also inadvertently granted her enemy a far greater boon.

    No wonder the fiend was so dreadfully strong.

    "It is strange, though..."

    The Madness of Kanakht descended upon her like a swarm of horrors, making the lake boil.

    "There is so much of you missing. Your mind is a ruin already, through no effort of my own... who maimed you that way?"

    Nephis measured the remaining distance to the Palace Island and frowned. How was she going to win this battle?

    "What do you mean?"

    Despite her torment and mental anguish, her voice remained even.

    A sinister growl resounded from within the harrowing black cloud, washing over her like a wave:

    “There are holes everywhere here. There are things missing. It is as if someone tore out half of your heart and replaced it with fog. How can a castle stand on fog? Ah... I've never seen such a strange creature before..." Nephis hesitated for a split second.

    Was he talking about the gaps left in her memory after the Tomb of Ariel? How did it know? And what did it know?

    No... what had that thing said? It had seemed important...

    That split second of hesitation was enough for a crushing blow to land on her radiant body, infecting the white flames with swirls of darkness.

    She let out a scream, which drowned in the grotesque laughter of the Madness of Kanakht.

    “You and I are not that different, are we?" Burning the infection out of herself, Nephis allowed the pain to cleanse her mind and unfolded her wings. The black dust around her melted, and the smoke was immolated. Air itself combusted, causing a destructive chain reaction and creating a bubble of cold vacuum.

    Embraced by the deadly cold, Nephis raised the Blessing.

    At this point, the wisest choice was to release the Name of Passion and rob her enemy of some of its power...

    Her radiant figure blazed with merciless light as the air, the smoke, and the black dust rushed into the vacuum.

    “You feed on madness?"

    She smiled.

    "Let's see how much you can eat, then..." With that, she invoked the Names.

    The Name of Hatred, the Name of Love, the Name of Despair, the Name of Courage, the Name of Wrath...

    She called upon every passion and its every shade, drowning herself in unbearable, overwhelming emotions.

    She let herself be consumed by madness. ..The Madness of Kanakht reeled
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      chapter 2696 cog in the machine
      What the hell? Why is it raining?’

      A heavy downpour was descending on the ruins of the Eternal City. The drops of water seemed to move slowly as Jet staggered back, barely keeping her balance. Her face was smeared with blood, and her body was broken — and yet, she was still full of fight. Now that the Mist Blade had assumed the form of a khopesh, she did not have the advantage of reach anymore. The Cursed Wanderer was still avoiding letting their blades cross, which held him back, but he had managed to land far more attacks with his fists and feet now... as well as his elbows, knees, shoulders, and forehead.

      The bastard really knew his hand-to-hand combat. It was as if he had spent thousands of years doing nothing but participating in fistfights.

      "How come?’

      Groaning quietly, Jet turned her torso to avoid the ghostly cutlass and counterattacked, trying to sink her sword into the ethereal body of the great wraith. The rain made it harder to see.

      In front of her, the Flesh of Kanakht had already reached the Palace Lake and stepped into it. The water barely reached its knees, and the enormous monstrosity waded through it, painting the lake red. Now that it was not slowed down by the Crushing anymore, it was advancing faster. Around Jet, the Shadow Legion was being pushed back by the endless tide of wraiths. Worse than that, the army of silent shadows was also shrinking — there were barely half of them left, by now.


      Was she imagining things, or were the walls of the Palace faintly bending inward? ‘What did he do?’
      She could not be sure, but was pretty much convinced that the Lord of Shadows had done something insane.

      Not that it mattered to her, at the moment. All that mattered was defeating the Soul of Kanakht and its master.

      Jet forced out a smile as she dove under the whistling cutlass and tried to strike it with the Mist Blade from below. The Cursed Wanderer pulled his sword back with impossible speed, easily avoiding her trap, and slammed his palm into her abdomen. “Argh...”

      This time, something vital ruptured inside of her.

      A torrent of blood flowed from her mouth, and Jet staggered back once again.

      "Can you... can you give me a moment?"

      She grinned through the pain.

      The sinister apparition did not wait until she recovered, naturally. He moved forward, intending to use her wounded state and finish her off...

      If one thought about it, getting beaten that badly but somehow failing to die was quite an achievement.


      The Cursed Wanderer was making a mistake if he thought he could cut her down that easily, though.

      He must have made a judgment about the power of his enemies based on what the silent shadows and the champions of the Shadow Legion could do... but Jet was neither.

      Jet was a proud subject of the Human Domain.

      So, just as her body was about to fail her, a soft glow suffused her skin, and a pleasant warmth permeated her body.

      Embraced by Neph’s purifying flames, Jet was healed and mended, restored to flawless health.

      That was the blessing of the Human Domain and its radiant, distant ruler. That was the power of the Immortal Flame, of the unquenchable Longing.

      Of course, Neph's power was not absolute — she had to be paying attention to heal those who served her, and even her boundless supply of soul essence was not really inexhaustible.

      However, Jet was one of the special few who always enjoyed her attention. That was her privilege as a former member of Changing Star's cohort and an irreplaceable cog in the great machine of humanity.

      The Cursed Wanderer did not expect his enemy to suddenly be healed, so he fell into a momentary disadvantage. That was Jet's chance to end this fight, or at least lay the foundation of his defeat...

      Sadly, she failed.

      No matter how unexpected her recovery was, the great wraith was simply too powerful to be taken down. He easily avoided the Mist Blade, then unleashed a flurry of attacks upon Jet. Deadly attacks rained on her from all sides, as if the bastard was in several places at the same time.

      By the time severed drops of rain fell to the ground, Jet was bruised and battered once again, and white radiance enveloped her figure once more.

      ‘Damn it...’

      She threw a calculating gaze at the approaching colossus of mangled flesh. Time was running out. In fact, there was almost no time left at all.

      Which meant that she had to do something drastic.

      The hilt of the black khopesh lay comfortably in her hand. This was the form of the Mist Blade that contained the soul of the Heart of Kanakht — the most powerful soul in her possession.

      Because of that one soul, the Mist Blade was akin to a Supreme weapon of the Fourth Tier instead of being equal to Jet's own Rank and Class.

      It also infused the Mist Blade with a special ability — all souls it bound did, but the Heart of Kanakht granted Jet an especially potent one.

      It was the ability to stop the flow of time for everyone except herself for one heartbeat. Needless to say, such an ability was incredibly deadly. However, it was not without drawbacks — the main being that it consumed pretty much all of her essence. For somebody else, that might have been merely inconvenient, but for Jet, it was fatally perilous.

      It meant that she had to be certain that she would be able to kill something in that single heartbeat. If she did, their death would nourish her arid soul. If not... she would die instead.

      The risk was real and palpable.

      The situation, however, was similarly desperate. And since Jet had known that it would become desperate, she transformed the Mist Blade into a khopesh in advance. ‘Can kill that fiend instantly?’

      Jet wasn't sure.

      But...

      She was willing to find out.
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