Shadow Slave novel Chapter 2571

The barren landscape of the Eastern Quadrant shifted subtly as Sunny approached the coastal regions. Signs of civilization began to emerge—distant smoke plumes, worn paths cutting through the wasteland, the occasional glint of metal in the distance. He was nearing human territory now, which meant Nightmare needed to proceed with greater caution.

Sunny extended his shadow sense across the terrain like invisible tendrils, mapping every settlement, outpost, and patrol route within miles. They moved carefully around these obstacles—discovery would be catastrophic. After all, the world believed the Lord of Shadows to be dead, and it was best to keep it that way.

He exhaled slowly, a sound that carried both weariness and satisfaction.

The anticipated clash between Saint and Slayer remained unresolved. While this brought a twinge of disappointment, Sunny found himself oddly at peace with the delay.

Swaying gently with Nightmare's rhythmic gait, he allowed himself a quiet moment of reflection.

*How far I've come, * he mused. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

His power had grown beyond all expectations. Supreme rank was his, and with it came command over four Supreme Shadows—Saint, Slayer, Serpent, and Fiend. Nightmare would likely ascend to higher ranks soon, and even Mimic had achieved Transcendent status.

The Shadow Legion itself had flourished during their time in the Burned Forest, now boasting Sacred-tier shades among its ranks.

Such overwhelming power...

It was the kind of strength typically reserved for divine beings, not mortals. There was no point in false modesty—he possessed enough raw force to level entire worlds. If that didn't qualify as godlike, what possibly could?

"But that's missing the point entirely," he murmured to himself.

Destruction alone didn't create divinity. Any fool could tear down what others had built. True godhood lay in creation—the miraculous ability to bring new worlds into existence. And despite all his power, Sunny couldn't create worlds.

He could, however, craft extraordinary things.

His fingers brushed against his chest as memories of the Dark City's forge flooded back. Those grueling weeks spent creating his first shadowbound Memory had nearly broken him. The process had been so taxing that he still hadn't fully recovered, yet the results filled him with quiet pride.

"Worth every moment of suffering," he whispered.

The achievement would have been impossible without Mind Weave's assistance.

The ruined cathedral's great hall lay shrouded in unnatural quiet. After a full year of constant hammering from the King of Swords’ shade, the silence felt almost oppressive. The Shadow Legion had withdrawn into Sunny's soul during his unconscious recovery from Mind Weave's integration, leaving the sacred space eerily vacant.

Sunny barely noticed the stillness, his attention consumed by the intricate model suspended above him—a vast spellweave that stretched from floor to ceiling, its complexity staggering to behold.

"Nearly complete now," he said, studying the shadowwork patterns.

This weave represented years of dedicated effort. The initial concepts had formed shortly after he'd forged the Blessing, evolving and refining over countless iterations. Most of the foundational work had been completed before his recent collapse, but Mind Weave had provided the key to resolving the final theoretical conflicts. Of course, this shadowy model remained purely hypothetical—theory and practice were often cruelly different.

still, Sunny sensed this was as ready as he'd ever be. Waiting for perfect conditions was a luxury he couldn't afford.

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