Shadow Slave novel Chapter 2683

Just before the wraith ships reached the shore of the Palace Island, Naeve summoned a peculiar Memory that looked like a mass of translucent fabric. Taking a step forward, he spun and tossed the fabric into the air in one smooth, practiced motion.

The Memory soared high, unfolding into a vast net woven out of thin opalescent strings as it did. It glimmered with a shimmering light and expanded like an effervescent spiderweb. The beautiful net was hundreds of meters across, but as Naeve tensed, it grew even more, covering a vast swath of the sky.

Then, it fell on the ghostly ships and blazed with multicolored flames, dimming their ethereal glow.

In an instant, the core of the advancing armada was suddenly swallowed by a radiant, iridescent inferno. The opaline flames burned above the water and reflected on its surface... it was as if an explosion of vibrant colors suddenly invaded the black and silver majesty of the Eternal City, brightening the somber expanse of the lake.

Of course, what mattered most was not the beauty of the shimmering flames. It was the fact that the spectral ships and the phantoms caught under the net melted in the colorful blaze, dissolving into its radiance.

Compared to the great size of the ghostly armada, these losses were minor — but the opaline net broke the momentum of the first assault wave, buying the Shadow Legion some time.

Looking at the colorful wall of fire burning above the water, Naeve winced and bent down to pick up his harpoon. His indigo eyes seemed to shine with a dark radiance for a moment.

Jet smiled lazily.

"Where have you been hiding that Memory?"

He sighed.

“It's... my mother's Aspect Legacy. It is a powerful Memory, and could be exponentially so, but it consumes too much essence. There's no point in being frugal anymore, though — this is do or die, after all.’

Jet chuckled.

“Don't forget to thank your mother when we get out of this hellhole.’

Personally, she was in the exact opposite situation. Naeve had been rationing his essence and was now prepared to burn it all in a final confrontation. However, she had exhausted most of hers and was now hoping to replenish her reserves in the battle against the Dutchman.

Jet had even resorted to consuming the souls trapped in the Mist Blade in order to survive the horrors of the Eternal City... all but one, that was.

The soul of the Heart of Kanakht was too valuable to be wasted that way, so she had chosen to retreat and find safety on the bridge of the Night Garden in order to preserve it.

So, at the moment, Jet felt... hungry. Looking at the approaching ships, she grinned.

"Stay alive, Naeve."

The Mist Blade assumed the form of a ghostly war scythe.

In the next moment, the harrowing armada was upon them.

Countless wraiths poured from the decks of the spectral ships, landing on the soil of the Palace Island. They seemed to be acting with some kind of strategy in mind, but whatever their goal was, the Shadow Legion did not give them a chance to implement it — the silent shades advanced, aiming to push the enemy back into the water, where myriads of hungry abominations awaited... even if they would never be able to satisfy their hunger by devouring ghosts.

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