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Chapter 2870: Question of Value

The Spell whispered into Cassie's ear, announcing that her Citadel was lost. Nightwalker shuffled, sensing that something about the Ivory Island had changed. He remained silent for a moment, then asked in a guarded tone:

“What did you just do?"

A pale smile twisted Cassie's lip.

“I simply followed your advice, Nightwalker... I surrendered the Citadel. Go on, take it — it's yours now."

She paused for a moment, then added:

“Well, not just yet. Since I surrendered my claim to the Tower of Hope, it belongs to no one at the moment. You will have to tether yourself to its Gateway first if you want to become its master."

She leaned down slowly and picked up her dagger.

The Ivory Island, meanwhile, kept accelerating.

Nightwalker chuckled darkly.

“Did you, perhaps, decide that if you relinquish control of the Ivory Tower and stop posing a threat to Bastion, Asterion would once again prefer to keep you alive?"

Cassie straightened and faced him once more.

"Honestly, I don't give a damn about what that ghoul prefers. It is true that I pose no threat to Bastion anymore... but I can still threaten the Night Garden, can't I?"

She pointed to where the titanic ship loomed in the darkening sky.

“Right, I might have forgotten to mention. Just before relinquishing control of the island, I sent it on a collision course with the Night Garden. The Tower of Hope has no master at the moment, so there's no one to stop it. Which means..."

Cassie's smile widened, and she let out a chuckle.

Many years ago, she had rammed into the Sun Prince with the Chain Breaker. Now, she was sending the Ivory Island to ram the Night Garden...

Whose idea was it to keep letting the blind girl behind the wheel?

Nightwalker remained silent, so she spoke instead:

"In other words, you have a choice to make. You can stay here and continue to keep me company, or you can rush to the Gateway and attempt to gain control of the Tower of Hope before it slams into the Night Garden — if you don't want to see one of them fall from the sky and crash on top of Bastion, that is. It all comes down to what you value more, I guess. It is simply a question of value."

All that met her was silence.

Cassie waited in the darkness, wondering what Nightwalker's... no, Asterion's... decision would be.

In the next moment, Nightwalker suddenly took a single step and breached the distance between them, delivering a crushing blow to her head. Cassie toppled, blood streaming from her nose, then felt him grab her by the hair and violently yank her head sideways. At the same time, another dreadful blow descended upon her, cracking her skull open.

Her consciousness faded.

...In the past, Cassie activated her bracelets and moved, dampening the force of Nightwalker's attack while at the same time enhancing her own. She ducked under his blow, sliced apart the tendons of his wrist, leaned forward, and drove her dagger into his side in one smooth motion.

"Argh!"

The sharp blade plunged deep into his abdomen, forcing Nightwalker to hiss.

In the vast expanse of possibilities, a gruesome barrage of crushing blows descended upon Cassie, breaking and mutilating her body. She weaved between them, finding the rare few where she escaped relatively unscathed.

For a brief moment, the two of them were entangled in a violent clash. Nightwalker did not make mistakes after that first reckless attack, so Cassie was unable to deliver anything more than a few minor wounds to him. The number of possible futures where she escaped, meanwhile, kept dwindling with distressing speed — that was the result of him learning how to fight her and adjusting accordingly.

Nightwalker did not continue his onslaught after that first clash, though... that was because he understood that he would not be able to bring her down quickly. It also seemed like Asterion had changed his mind about having her killed immediately after she relinquished the Tower of Hope, removing herself from the list of powerful threats.

In any case, time was a luxury Nightwalker could not afford anymore.

He disengaged, remained silent for a moment, and cursed quietly.

Then, without uttering another word, Nightwalker turned around and vanished. A single step took him to the skull of the dragon, and another step took him inside the great pagoda.

He was rushing to tether himself to its Gateway and prevent the Ivory Island from crashing into the Night Garden.

Cassie staggered.

She felt fatigued enough to faint and overwhelmed by the memory of the pain she had endured... but she had no time to waste, either.

She had to escape before Nightwalker tethered himself to the Tower of Hope. Turning around, she rushed toward the grove of ancient trees — and the portal arch where Rain had already summoned divine flame.

The portal to the Ebony Tower was now open once more. A pool of inky darkness rippled inside the stone arch, and Rain was standing in front of it, confused.

Landing on the ground near the young woman, Cassie used some of her last strength to push Rain inside. Then, she carefully guided the wheelchair where the Hollow remnant of Smile of Heaven sat into the arch, and finally crossed the threshold herself.

A cool darkness enveloped her battered body. The portal collapsed behind her, taking all light with it.

Cassie was once again left in the darkness.

...This darkness was far more soothing, though.

It was as if all strength left her in an instant, making it difficult to stay upright. Cassie exhaled slowly, and then sank to her knees. In the silence that followed, there was suddenly the sound of unhurried steps approaching them.

A cold voice resounded from above her, echoing in her stone chamber.

"Well, well, well. Look what the cat dragged in. Ah, if it isn't my favorite witch! Welcome to my humble Domain, Lady Cassia. I must say, being covered in blood suits you really well.”

The world was painted by a myriad shades of gray since Cassie was observing it through Rain's eyes.

As Rain watched, Mordret remained silent for a few seconds and then smiled darkly while looking down at Cassie.

"What took you so long?"

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    so why didn't nightwalker just bend the space where Cassie stand turning her into flesh of Cassie ?
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    Chapter 2871 The Prince and the Pauper

    ‎2871 The Prince and the Pauper
    ‎A lonesome mountain was looming over a vast mountain chain, cutting the sky with its jagged edges. A radiant moon bathed its slopes in a pale light, and strong winds crashed into its towering dark mass over and over again, screaming in powerless rage. At the highest point of the mountain, a vast expanse of flat rock was covered with snow. Countless bones were buried under its cold veil, and although there were no footprints marring the pristine white expanse, a lone figure stood in the center of the ancient killing field.

    ‎He was a man with dark skin and broad shoulders, his rugged physique seemingly carved from stone. His disheveled black hair was covered in snow, and his beard was brimming with ice.

    ‎The man was holding an imposing great bow in his hand, a scattering of siege arrows thrust into the snow around him like a palisade... or like a forest of tombstones rising from graveyard soil.

    ‎The man had once been Saint Dar of the Maharana clan. Now, he was the vessel of Mordret of Nowhere, the King of Nothing. The entirety of the Black Mountains was reflected in his all-seeing eyes.

    ‎Those mountains were drowning in the bloodshed and violence of a relentless war campaign. The defensive line of the Human Domain stretched from east to west, serving as a barrier between the heartland of the Dream Realm to the south and the relatively untamed regions of the northern reach.

    ‎It was composed of an interlocked chain of fortresses — the human strongholds occupied neighboring peaks, each capable of supporting two others with reinforcements and ranged fire. New layers of fortifications were being built as the old ones were destroyed, so even after breaking through several consecutive layers of the defensive line, Mordret still failed to destroy it.

    ‎Of course, he could have bypassed the Black Mountains entirely. His Ascended Ability allowed him to connect his Mirror Domain to numerous reflections, and use each reflection as a door — that allowed his army an unprecedented degree of mobility, and positional warfare was all but useless against him.

    ‎Or at least it was supposed to be... but not in this case.

    ‎After all, this was not a war where one side lost once its soldiers were routed. This was a war that would only end when one side went extinct, and so, Mordret would have to kill all these soldiers eventually. So, he was actually benefiting from having an orderly, conventional war. Instead of invading the territory of the Human Domain in a blitz campaign, he moved slowly, meticulously securing his rear before advancing further. That way, the losses among his vessels were curbed, and he could thoroughly prepare against a future counteroffensive.

    ‎So, the Black Mountains had turned into a bloodbath.

    ‎He was besieging several peaks at the moment, as well as fighting for control over a number of important mountain passes and using one of the strongholds he had already conquered to devastate the two neighboring ones.

    ‎The mountains were quaking, a cascade of avalanches rolling down to shroud the battlefields in frigid clouds of snow. Blood was streaming down the slopes of deep gorges, painting the mountains red... the sheer ferocity of the immense battlefront was so broad and daunting that it could hardly be conceived.

    ‎On one side, the best warriors of humanity fought side by side under the banner of their new master, the eldest Supreme — Asterion. Saints, Masters, and Awakened were all beholden to the same hex and united by the same resolve to resist the enemy. There were hundreds of thousands of them, all hardened by the wars of the past and armed by potent arsenals of Echoes and Memories.

    ‎On the other side was Mordret. He alone fought against the collective might of humanity, pushing humanity back.


    ‎The forces were about equally split... for now.

    ‎In truth, the Human Domain was weakened by the internal strife between those few still loyal to the Immortal Flame and those who had already been enthralled by the Dreamspawn. Once the last faithful warriors were bewitched or eliminated, that strife would become a thing of the past, replaced by unnatural unity.

    ‎Then, the power of humanity would take a qualitative leap, and Mordret would miss the days when all he had to contend against were all the warriors of humanity and nothing more.

    ‎Standing atop the towering black peak, Mordret inhaled deeply and pulled an arrow out of the snow. Knocking it on the string of his fearsome great bow, he raised it to the sky and pulled with all the might of his stolen Transcendent body.

    ‎When he released the string, a small hurricane rose to send the slaying arrow off.

    ‎Somewhere far away, a chain of ships was blocking the vast expanse of the River of Tears. An army that was only marginally inferior to the one guarding the Black Mountains was scattered across the thousands of armored and enchanted vessels, somberly waiting for the enemy to reveal itself.

    ‎Far below the surface of the water, an uncanny creature was slowly slithering across the bottom of the river. It was a gargantuan, ghastly being with a long pale body and dozens of flexible limbs, each ending in an appalling human-like hand. Several fins trailed behind it like translucent sails, and at the end of its long neck, a giant mask carved in the image of a human face was covering its own appalling visage.

    ‎The eerie beast hid in the deep water, looking at the bottoms of the ships far above. All around it, smaller abominations rose from the silt, ready to launch an attack. That was Mordret, as well.

    ‎Far north, an Ascended warrior was leaning on the rocks at the lip of a smoldering caldera, hidden in the clouds of billowing smoke. In front of him, on the horizon, Ravenheart sprawled under the ashen sky. He was Mordret, too,

    ‎On the opposite side of the Dream Realm, a ferryman was ending his shift, wiping the sweat off his brow as the reflection of the Castle rippled on the surface of the Mirror Lake.

    ‎He was another vessel of Mordret's, of course.

    ‎Millions of his incarnations were scattered across the Dream Realm, fighting the war against the Human Domain on multiple fronts while spying on all the Citadels of humanity. His consciousness was like a vast ocean, split between the numerous vessels, each shard of his soul that animated them fighting for supremacy in the broken and fragmented expanse of his shattered self.

    ‎It was only Mordret's will that kept his consciousness together like glue. Without it, he would have long splintered into numerous independent beings, each possessing only a fraction of his power and identity. By exerting his authority on his numerous incarnations to force them into the shape of an individual, he was making them a Domain.


    ‎That was why, to him, it was important to have at least a symbolic representation of his true self.

    ‎The very first of his vessels — the body that the Nightmare Spell had created for him in the image of his original mortal shell — was lounging in the Ebony Tower, far removed from the bloodshed and strife of the war against the Human Domain. He was studying the twisting runes carved into the walls of the ancient pagoda by the Demon of Destiny, grimacing from the pressure they exerted on his mind.

    ‎Then, however, a subtle shift forced him to look up and raise his eyebrows.

    ‎Stepping into a reflection, he moved to the uppermost floor of the Ebony Tower and watched as three women stepped out of the stone arch, bringing with them the smell of smoke, blood, and defeat.

    ‎One of the women was Hollow, while the other two...

    ‎"Well, well, well."

    ‎One was a blind witch, while the other was the Princess of Shadows.

    ‎‘What splendid guests.'

    ‎Mordret remained silent for a few moments, then asked in a pleasant tone:

    ‎"What took you so long?"

    ‎He stared at Song of the Fallen, expecting an answer. She was truly a pitiful sight, covered in blood and barely clothed, her red tunic... no, had it been white once?... torn in more places than he could count.

    ‎‘Oh, no. I'll have to wipe the floor.'

    ‎Being a one-man-kingdom had its pluses, but made it so that he had no attendants or servants. Rather, Mordret was both the king and the servant — both the person who wore the crown and the person who polished the crown, as well as wiped the floor for the king wearing it to tread upon. Song of the Fallen faced him and opened her mouth, as if wanting to say something. However, instead, she simply swayed and toppled to the floor, unconscious.


    ‎She had passed out.

    ‎Taken aback, Mordret lingered for a few moments, and then turned to the young woman who was looking at him with wary eyes.

    ‎He smiled.

    ‎“Oh, my. Dare I say, I've never made a young lady feint from simply looking at me."

    ‎Mordret sighed,

    ‎"Should I be flattered or concerned, I wonder?"
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      Fun fact:
      Legends say that by looking into Azarax's eyes, you can see your future. And it's true, because the future of all who dare to do so is one and the same: death.

      For some reason, it seems to me that Cassie didn’t expect to see anyone in this tower at all
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        Nah it's cassie we are talking about. I am sure she knew that mordret would be here. Worst, I think that she was in contact with mordret and they have something planned
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    The new chapter is available on novelfire
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    Finally caught up with you guys after emptying 60 chap stack
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    Chap is out in novelfire
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    Mordy betraying Cass leading to her advancement?
    cause if not she would be "safe" now so how did her advancement start?
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    Where are today's chapters.
    Pls don't tell me Cassie took the chapters with her or even worse, she left them with Nightwalker
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      Mordred borrowed it and forgot to return it
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    Cassie always in some f#cking bullshit scenarios. Everyone else is a fight between tigers while Cassie is a random ass f#cking rabbit who sometimes manages to poke a tiger's eyes out.
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      Cassie can win against most Saints in a one on one fight what are you on about some rabbit.
      nightwalker is an unfair match up for her though I agree
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        Nightwalker is a menace for every saint, I mean, bro bend space like it's foil
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          I can see him giving the supremes a bad time
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            Suprems can cut f#cking space with theirs Will
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        Im exaggerating for comedic effect, but the point is, these fights are f#cking bullshit.
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      Cassie has the highest combat adaptability and learning.

      Imagine "groundhog day" and "Edge of Tomorrow" in real time.

      I think she's the only saint capable of achieving an impossible feat or a perfect run in combat others would only dream of trying.
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        like killing a great devil as a sleeper?
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    today without chapters?
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    Same girl who can experience a few seconds ahead while being smashed and feel the other persons pov
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