Shadow Slave novel Chapter 2691

“Lord of Shadows... Sunny... how much longer do you need?!"

Jet's voice sounded strained.

The battle was still raging around her, and the Shadow Legion was slowly losing ground. The silent shades had already vanquished myriad wraiths, but no matter how numerous enemies they destroyed, more and more revealed themselves from the mist.

What was worse, torrents of ethereal light sometimes escaped from the Cursed Wanderer's ghostly cutlass, infusing the mist with viridian glow. That meant that there were more wraiths still contained within the Soul of Kanakt — possibly of them, and that the ranks of the undying army were constantly being replenished.

Jet herself was barely holding on.

Her battle with the captain of the Dutchman was furious, but at the same time strange. The great wraith was dodging and evading all of her attacks instead of facing them directly, while she did everything in her power to keep him at a distance. Despite the harrowing forces unleashed by their clash, neither had received a single wound yet. That was because one strike of the viridian cutlass was all it would take to kill Jet. The Cursed Wanderer, meanwhile, was simply too powerful and diabolical to allow her scythe to touch him.

Jet had managed to build a solid defense through arduous effort. However, she could not mount an effective offense no matter how hard she tried... and she was trying truly hard, fighting both against the world itself and against her own limits.

On the surface, this state of things was beneficial to her. After all, she did not really need to kill the sinister apparition — her task was merely to hold him back.

But in reality, the future looked more and more bleak with each passing moment. That was because battles of such intensity usually did not last this long. When a Transcendent poured so much of themselves into the battle, going above and beyond to match the power of a superior adversary, the outcome was more likely than not decided in a matter of seconds.

Jet, however, had been locked in a furious melee with the Cursed Wanderer for... gods, she did not even know how long. The body and soul might have been unscathed, but her reserves of essence were slowly diminishing. Worse than that, she was growing tired.

The encroaching exhaustion was not of the physical kind, but rather a mental one. It took a lot to maintain her mind in a state of utmost focus, and by now, her intense concentration was showing signs of decay. She had not made a mistake yet, but at this rate, one was inevitable.

And one mistake was all it took to lose one's life in the world of the Nightmare Spell. Which was why Jey was trying to find out how much longer she needed to hold.

This time, Sunny's voice did not resound from the shadows around her. Instead, Cassie whispered softly into her ear:

[He found a thread. Now, he just needs to pull on it... there's no telling how long that will take, though. Keep fighting for a little more!]

Jet gritted her teeth.

‘That's what she said the last time!’

At that moment, the Cursed Wanderer finally managed to get past her defenses. The Mist Blade was just a split second late, but that allowed the great wraith to evade it and lunged forward with chilling malice. Jet barely managed to position the shaft of her weapon in a way that prevented her adversary from impaling her with his sword.

He did not try, though.

Instead, the captain of the Dutchman took a rapid step and reached for Jet with his hand.

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