Shadow Slave novel Chapter 2653

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."

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