Shadow Slave novel Chapter 2550

The Great Mirror was truly enormous, and although the sheet of fabric covering it was thin, it was still incredibly vast and heavy. So, he needed Effie's herculean strength to pull it off the hidden surface.

They pulled as hard as they could, and the fabric moved — slowly at first, and then faster and faster.

It rippled and fell, slowly revealing the silver surface of the Great Mirror... At that moment, there was another deafening boom, and Saint's body flew out of the pool of true darkness, trailing drops of blood behind it.

Sunny acted before he knew what he was doing, stepping through the shadows to catch her. He slid a few meters back, holding her petite human form in his arms, and then gently put her on the floor.

A suffocating sense of anger rose in his chest.

‘I'm... glad that this bastard is nearly immortal. He won't die, so I'll be able to torture him endlessly...'

The white mist was entirely gone now.

To his left, Effie dashed back to escape the vast black shroud of the falling mirror cover. To his right, Morgan slowly rose from the floor, her scarlet eyes burning with a sharp intent.

Right in front of Sunny, some distance away, Mordret slowly walked out of the darkness. He looked around with an easy smile, then swept the Castellan's disheveled hair back and looked at his hands.

“What a curious vessel. Its nature is... almost dangerous, I think. Oh, but this won't do, won't do at all."

Suddenly, the figure of the Castellan grew blurry and changed, transforming into Mordret's own appearance. Reflections were transient beings, after all, capable of changing into anything facing them — Mordret seemed to have mastered that aspect of his new vessel swiftly.

When he turned to Sunny, his amicable smile suddenly felt dark and sinister.

"Now, where were we? Oh, yes. All of you owe me something, and it's time to collect. Let's start with eliminating the usurper who had stolen Bastion from me..."

He threw a murderous look at Effie and took a step forward.

But then, his expression changed.

The billowing black shroud finally fell to the floor, revealing the vast expanse of the Great Mirror... and what reflected on it.

Sunny looked up, shivering as a pale smile appeared on his lips.

Out there, on the surface of the Great Mirror...

All of them were reflected clearly — Sunny, Effie, Morgan, Saint, and Mordret. But none of it mattered, because there was another reflection trapped in the colossal mirror, cast by nothing.

A dark figure that towered at a hundred meters height, looming above them all like a nebulous deity. It wore a tattered black mantle, standing with its back to the vast underground chamber... but as the black shroud fell, the figure moved slightly and turned, casting its terrifying gaze at the five mortal ants far below.

Its black wooden mask was snarling fiercely, and there was nothing but darkness nestling in its eyes. Three horns rose above its head like a jagged crown...

‘Weaver.'

It was a reflection that the Demon of Fate had left in the Great Mirror of the Palace of Imagination thousands of years ago.

As Sunny's eyes gleamed with awe, Effie paled and took a step back. Morgan let out a groan and collapsed to her knees, shutting her eyes and covering them with both hands.

Saint shuddered on the floor.

Mordret remained motionless for a long second and then slowly turned to face the Great Mirror.

"What... what the hell is this..."

He looked up to behold the reflection of Weaver, and as he did, his face became twisted by an expression of utter terror.

Mordret raised a trembling hand, as if trying to hide himself from the daemon's dreadful gaze...

But he never did.

Because in the next moment, his body simply exploded into a cloud of glass shards, obliterated on the spot by the mere pressure of Weaver's presence. ‘H—huh...'

Witnessing a daemon's reflection was already terrible enough. But Mordret had not just seen it... since he possessed a sense that allowed him to perceive reflections, he had no choice but to perceive the reflection of Weaver in all its unfathomable immensity.

And that alone was enough to destroy his vessel, which failed to endure the strain.

The bastard might have even died... although Sunny doubted that very much. Mordret had probably retreated somewhere in terror to hide and lick his wounds.

But Sunny had no time to think about that.

He stared at the reflection of Weaver, entranced, and then took an unconscious step back.

As he did, his own reflection overlapped with the reflection of the Demon of Fate.

And when it did...

The surface of the Great Mirror rippled.

A moment later, only one of the two reflections remained.

Sunny blacked out.

***

A few hours later, Effie and Morgan stood on the wall of the Castle, looking at the turbulent waters of the lake beyond. The rain had finally stopped, and the sky cleared... not that it brought them any relief.

Mirage City was gone, and the sky itself was cracked, slowly crumbling as the ancient illusion crumbled.

The world seemed to be ending...

But the silver moon was still slowly rising into the shattered sky.

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