Shadow Slave novel Chapter 2676

Saying that, Sunny inhaled deeply and glanced at Jet.

"Jet."

She nodded and rose to her feet, walking over to the edge of the runic hall.

“I'm on it. I'll need some time to set everything up, though, if we want to do it properly.’

Below her, the surface decks of the Night Garden sprawled into the distance, with the silent shades slowly repairing their battered formations. The Dark Castle towered at the bow, and the colossal, eerily motionless form of the Puppeteer loomed above it all like an eldritch deity.

She glanced at the dark skies above the Eternal City, her icy blue eyes reflecting their unfathomable splendor.

Nightwalker frowned.

"What exactly are you doing, though?" Sunny shrugged.

“Calling in the cavalry.’ 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

The breathtaking youth blinked a few times, then said in a hesitant tone:

“What the... I thought you were the cavalry.’ Sunny smiled.

“I am more of a special reconnaissance and sabotage specialist. A commando, if you will”

He scratched the back of his head. "Actually, since we're on a ship, I guess I'ma marine. A marine shock trooper? Well, anyway, it doesn't matter. Point is, lam an ardent proponent of refined, elegant, and surgical warfare. Brute force, barbaric carnage, and total annihilation are someone else's forte."

Nightwalker gave him a dubious look at the mention of elegance and refinement, but chose to remain silent.

Sunny went to help Aether to a chair while the Night Garden circled the Palace. Soon enough, they escaped from its vast shadow, and not long after that, Naeve and Bloodwave joined them on the bridge. "What a sight."

Sunny glanced ahead with a concerned expression.

Out there, in front of them, a swirling veil of mist obscured the northern reaches of the Eternal City.

The sight of the fierce battle raging under the cover of mist was obscured, but they could still feel its horrifying scope, and sense the echoes of its dreadful violence. The tumultuous, billowing torrents of mist were suffused with a ghostly viridian glow that intensified from time to time in sudden flashes, illuminating them from within like bolts of lightning born of a ghostly storm.

Rumbling thunderclops rolled across the turbulent surface of the water, and ghastly dark silhouettes were revealed in the ethereal light, moving quickly in the fog. Those were the ghastly silhouettes of the immortal abominations. The wraiths were indistinguishable from the mist, so Sunny could not see them... he could infer their presence from the movements of the immortals, though: where they rushed, where they were stopped, and there they fell, cut down by invisible blades.

The wraith army had already reached the final island before the lake that surrounded the Palace. Strangely enough, the bridges leading to the heart of the Eternal City were all destroyed, stretching above the water like the broken ribs of a colossal beast — the sorcery of the Demon of Repose seemed to have no effect on them, for some reason, so they remained broken and shattered.

Sunny wondered if that was the work of Daeron or if the broken bridges were ancient scars left on the Eternal City by Storm God, which even the power of the Demon of Repose could not erase. In any case, it did not matter... he doubted that the deadly waters of the lake would pose an obstacle for the Dutchman and his spectral armada.

The malevolent ship itself was looming in the mist behind its army, half-hidden from view by the deep chasms of the canal it was sailing. Looking at it, Sunny could not help but feel a sudden chill.

He did not know what means the Dutchman was using to subdue the immortal abominations, but the wraiths seemed to be steadily pushing the enemy back. There was an ocean of them washing over the islands of the Eternal City, and the battlefront was stretched across multiple districts, slowly forming a crescent shape around the shores of the Palace lake.

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