Shadow Slave novel Chapter 2625

Jet and the Saints of Night studied the runes, their expressions turning somber. The Spell must have provided them with a better translation than Sunny's own, but he was reasonably confident in his interpretation.

“Hell, huh?" Bloodwave's voice did not sound enthused. Sunny smiled.

"Well, you know how it goes for us Awakened. We always get sent into the depths of hell — only to find another, even more dreadful hell at the bottom of that one. I've been to a place or two that are way worse than the worst depiction of hell humans could come up with... you must have, too."

Bloodwave grunted in solidarity.

"Still, sounds quite ominous." Sunny had no retort to that. He remained silent for a bit, then sighed.

“So Daeron visited the Eternal City as well..." Naeve was looking at the towering stele with an expression that betrayed a hint of reverence. Hearing Sunny speak of Daeron, he tuned to him.

“The Serpent King was the lone Supreme of the Stormsea civilization before it was consumed by the Dream Realm. We knew very little about him until recently, actually — it was the Exploration Report on the Tomb of Ariel that shone a light on his eventual end. Maybe you've heard about it?" Sunny glanced at him and smiled.

“Yeah. I've heard a thing or two." 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

Naeve nodded. "But even if we knew very little, we did discover traces of him all across the Stormsea. Most of the Citadels the House of Night used to inhabit are ruins of Daeron's fallen kingdom, after all... even if most of it had been swallowed by the depths. He is a mythical figure."

Naeve paused for a moment and added in a quiet tone: "So, it feels strange to stand where he once stood, looking at the runes he personally carved into stone."

Sunny remained silent for a while. He felt strange, as well, but for a different reason. To him, finding a message left by Daeron of the Twilight Sea felt like meeting an old friend.

“Do you think he came to the Eternal City once to claim the lineage of Storm God?" Naeve hesitated.

“I am not sure. If he did... it did not help him and his people, in the end.”

Sunny sighed. He studied the great stele some more, then said suddenly: "I met Daeron once, you know-"

Naeve, Bloodwave, and Aether turned to him in shock. Jet raised an eyebrow, too. Sunny smiled.

“He was... a tough bastard." One of the toughest Sunny had ever met, in fact. His soul still quaked in the throes of phantom pain at the memory of the Serpent King's sharp fangs.

Sunny had met the Nightmare version of Daeron of the Twilight Sea and killed him. Then, he received a blossom from Wind Flower, Daeron's daughter... her farewell gift.

‘If Daeron felt it necessary to leave a warning here, this place must be really bad.’ Which meant that Sunny needed to change his plans a little.

As the Saints of Night stared at him silently, he turned to Jet. "The wharf is empty, so it is safe to dock the Night Garden there. I will scout ahead." With that, he stepped into the shadows and vanished from the runic hall.

A second later, ignoring Daeron's warning, Sunny appeared inside the dome protecting the Eternal City.

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