Shadow Slave novel Chapter 2543

It was impossible to dodge a bullet... for a mundane human, at least.

And yet, that was exactly what Mordret did. He had been looking at the harrowing sight of the drowning city with the rest of them a split second ago. But when Sunny's revolver thundered, aimed at his head point-blank, he leaned sideways with superhuman speed, allowing the bullet to fly past.

‘Damn it.’

Mordret took a step back, coming to stand near his other fragment.

The first to react was Saint, even if she only turned to look in his direction. Morgan and Effie spun around, wary and trying to understand what had happened. The Other Mordret was the last to realize what had happened, reeling back in shock.

Mordret reached a hand and grabbed his arm, preventing him from losing his balance.

“Goodness gracious, Sunless. What was that for?"

His smile was as pleasant as ever, but it did not reach his eerie, mirror-like eyes.

Sunny gritted his teeth.

“That was to slow you down.’

He knew, of course, that simply shooting Mordret was not going to kill him. But it was bound to destroy his body and force him to search for a new one.

In fact...

‘I should have aimed for the other one.’ Sunny belatedly realized that he had made a mistake. But there was no time to feel regret.

He finally realized the source of the feeling that he was missing something that had been plaguing him ever since the throne room. Sadly, it was already too late.

‘His hands are clean.’

When Mordret descended from the gallery, his hands were bloodied. But now, they were clean... it was a small detail that would not have mattered in most circumstances, but held a frightening meaning here in Mirage City.

Sunny had failed to register the fact completely. But just now, as they were watching the city drown, he saw something in the periphery of his vision. It was so subtle that he paid it no attention at first, yet his subconscious kept pushing the thought of it to the forefront of his mind. That something... was a thin tendril of white mist.

Almost impossible to see in the heavy rain, it flowed from below the parapet and slowly reached Mordret.

And was absorbed into his body.

That white mist was the essence of the Other who had played the role of Madoc before being killed by the Prince of Nothing. The body had fallen all the way down to the courtyard, shattering as it crashed into the roofs of the main keep first. It had taken the mist quite some time to reach all the way to the highest point of the great tower...

That was probably the very reason why Mordret had chosen to kill Madoc by pushing him down.

The body was gone now, just like the bodies of the rest slain by Saint disappeared without a trace.

That was why the blood was gone from Mordret's hands — the corpses of the mercenaries he had killed dissolved into mist, and their blood followed.

‘I should have realized sooner.’

Sunny cursed himself bitterly.

It made so much sense, in hindsight. There were too many strange things about the Palace of Imagination, so, overwhelmed by them, he had not thought about the reason why Saint was able to absorb the ghostly essence of reflections in detail. The answer was obvious, though — it was because she had an affinity to Nothing.

And who had the same affinity, as well?

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