Shadow Slave

Chapter 1227 A Friendly Invitation

The Black Skull was a death trap, so no one would be able to escape the Nightmare Desert through its Gateway. However, there was at least one other Citadel in this infernal region of the Dream Realm — the Tomb of Ariel.

The black pyramid that always loomed just beyond the horizon like an ominous mirage, but never grew closer no matter how far one went into the sea of white dunes. One of the main reasons why the great clans had come to Antarctica, in the first place.

Now that the expeditionary forces of both clans had been wiped out and the daughters of Ki Song fully withdrew from the race, Morgan decided to make one last, desperate attempt to reach the daemonʼs tomb.

Which was a piece of good news for Sunny and other members of the cohort. Sunny knew that reaching the pyramid was their best — and, perhaps, only — chance of getting out of the desert alive. The others understood, as well. Having a powerful Saint and a princess of Valor with them was a great boon.

Summer Knight and Morgan could make the lethal task of traversing the Nightmare Desert slightly less impossible to accomplish.

There was just one problem…

Without showing any emotion, Sunny stared at the reflection of Mordret through the shadows. The Prince of Nothing looked rather chilling… he was terribly wounded, his armor battered and covered in blood. Where one of his hands was supposed to be, there was now only a bloody stump. Even one of his eyes was gone, replaced by a gaping hole.

He looked like a corpse.

Nevertheless, there was a familiar smile on Mordretʼs face.

”Sunless. Ah, I am so glad to see you in good health!”

Maintaining a calm facade, Sunny furtively glanced at his companions. None of them seemed to have heard Mordretʼs voice… it appeared that it was being transmitted directly into his head.

Maybe what Mordret was actually talking to was not Sunny, but instead Sunnyʼs reflection. In any case, it was a little disconcerting.

ʼGreat. Now I hear even more voices…ʼ

Mordret lowered his bloody arm and coughed awkwardly.

”Oh, right. I guess you canʼt answer without announcing my presence to everyone. How about you nod once or twice to indicate…”

Sunny hesitated for a few moments, then silently reached out to the reflection with the [Blessing of Dusk]. To his surprise, it actually worked.

Continuing to act as if nothing had happened, he sent a mental message to the mangled reflection:

[How about you get out of my head and go die someplace else? No matter what youʼre scheming, Iʼm not interested.]

Mordret blinked.

”Well, what a pleasant surprise. We can actually have a conversation. How nice!”

Sunny sighed. He was really quite exasperated.

[Why would I want to talk to you, bastard? This is all your fault! If not for your machinations, there would have been no battle. Then, I wouldnʼt be stuck in this damned desert!]

The Prince of Nothing looked at him with a smile.

”This is really uncalled for, Sunless. Ah, Iʼm a bit hurt. Sure, I might have pulled a few strings to make the battle happen, but how was I supposed to know that you would decide to participate in it on my familyʼs side? After all, it was you who told me over and over again that you didnʼt want to have anything to do with the great clans. So… blaming me for everything is a little unfair. In fact, Iʼm the one who is supposed to be disappointed and angry. All those lies!”

Mordretʼs smile widened.

”But, being the forgiving and broad-minded person that I am, Iʼm willing to put my grievances aside. Here, Iʼve decided. I forgive you, Sunless… no need to even mention it!”

Sunny felt tempted to turn his head and stare at the reflection.

ʼThis… this lunatic… has he completely lost his mind?ʼ

He slowly exhaled.

[...What do you want?]

Mordretʼs reflection shifted slightly, avoiding a random glance from Sir Gilead. Then, he looked at Sunny and lingered for a few moments.

”I see that my sister has decided to try reaching the Tomb of Ariel. I suppose you are tempted to join her?”

Sunny frowned slightly.

[Yes, I am. Why wouldnʼt I be tempted? The Black Skull is now in the hands of a great abomination… thanks to a certain someone. So, the pyramid is our best bet to escape the Nightmare Desert.]

Mordret stared at him with a smile.

”Oh, but itʼs not. Donʼt listen to my sister, Sunless — she is young and inexperienced. In fact, none of you can reach the pyramid. Itʼs impossible.”

That finally forced Sunny to react. Turning away to hide his face from the members of the cohort, Morgan, and Sir Gilead, he looked at the reflection with a deep scowl.

[Oh, yeah? How would you know?]

The Prince of Nothing shrugged.

”Simple, really… itʼs because Iʼve already seen Asterion try it once, and fail. So, let me ask you a question — if a Sovereign failed to reach the Tomb of Ariel, what makes you think that your ragtag team of Ascended can succeed?”

Sunny was startled. Mordret had just confessed a piece of truly shocking information… Asterion had already been to the Nightmare Desert? And it had happened while Mordret was still with him, so more than a decade ago, at least?

A thousand questions instantly appeared in his head.

[...I donʼt know enough to guess who can reach the pyramid and who canʼt. Does it matter, though? Itʼs not like there is a better solution. But why did Asterion want to enter the Tomb of Ariel? No, wait… if even he had failed, then why did your father and Ki Song still send their people into the desert?]

Mordret chuckled.

”Because Asterion doesnʼt have to report to them what he does. I know, but they donʼt… and even I donʼt know what his motives were. As for the pyramid being the best solution — are you sure about that?”

Sunny remained silent for a while, then said reluctantly:

[No. If what you said is true.]

The Prince of Nothing grinned.

”It is so pleasant to talk to a smart person. Letʼs put aside the question of my honesty, for now… yes, the Tomb of Ariel seems like a solution, but it really isnʼt. My sister canʼt help you save yourself and your companions, Sunless.”

Sunny looked down with a wary expression.

[And I suppose that you can?]

Mordret stared at him for a while. His grin slowly faded.

”Yes, I can. Iʼm not doing it out of kindness, either… you need my help, but I also need yours. The strength of your companions, too — I need it. The more, the merrier. If we are to escape this hell, weʼll need all the strength we can get. It is fortunate that we are able to talk, really — this ruin youʼre in is at the very edge of where my reflection can reach. Ah, it seems that fate is on our side.”

He sighed, then smiled again.

”So, Sunless… why donʼt you forget about trying to reach the Tomb of Ariel with my sister, and come challenge the Third Nightmare with me instead?”