Shadow Slave

Chapter 9

There was a problem.

They were planning to follow the road up to the mountain pass and then over it, getting as far away from the scene of the massacre as they could before the night came. However, the road was no more.

At some point during the last months, or maybe even just yesterday, a terrible rockfall occurred, obliterating whole segments of the narrow roadway and making its other parts untraversable. Sunny stood on the precipice of a vast chasm, looking down with no particular expression on his face.

“What do we do now?”

Scholar’s voice was muffled by the collar of his scavenged fur cloak. His follower, Shifty, angrily looked around. His gaze stopped at Sunny — a suitable victim to vent his frustration.

“I’ll tell you what we need to do! Get rid of some dead weight!”

He eyed Sunny’s fine boots and turned to Hero:

“Listen, your lordship. The boy is too weak. He is slowing us down! Plus, he’s weird. Doesn’t he give you the creeps?”

The young soldier answered with a judgemental frown, but Shifty wasn’t done.

“Look! Look how he’s glaring at me! I swear to gods, ever since he joined the caravan, nothing had gone right. Maybe the old man was right: the boy is cursed by the Shadow God!”

Sunny struggled to not roll his eyes. It was true that he was unlucky: however, the whole truth was opposite to what Shifty was trying to insinuate. It was not that he had attracted misfortune to the slave caravan; on the contrary, it was because the caravan was doomed to begin with that he had ended up here.

Scholar cleared his throat:

“But I’ve never said that…”

“Whatever! Shouldn’t we get rid of him just in case?! He can’t go on for much longer anyway!”

Scholar gave Sunny a strange look. Perhaps Sunny was getting paranoid, but there seemed to be a bit of calculating coldness in the older slave’s eyes. Finally, Scholar shook his head.

my friend. The boy might

“But…”

finally spoke, putting an end to their

for how much longer he’ll be able to endure — just worry about

clenched his teeth, but

So what do we

of the mountain, and finally up, where a sheer cliff wall was broken apart by the

used to be a path leading to the peak of the mountain. It was sometimes used by pilgrims. Later, the Empire had widened parts of the path and built a proper road on top of it — now leading to the mountain pass instead of

He looked up.

we reach it, we should be able to find our way back to

the prospect of climbing the treacherous slope. Except for Hero, of course,

the rockfall, the slope wasn’t an almost vertical wall anymore, but

the first one to

Are

Scholar helplessly shrugged.

you have

picked up off the dead soldier’s bodies, but Sunny, with some regret, decided to

too soon. As the weakest member of the group, he was already struggling to keep up, so there wasn’t a lot of choice. Shedding a few kilograms of iron was the right thing

out to be pure torture. Just half an hour later,

constantly remind himself to watch his footing, too. On this unstable, icy slope one misstep was

something pleasant,’

thoughts could

at the end of this trial. The boon of

determined what role an Awakened would be able to play, how great their potential would be, and what price they would have to pay…

Nightmare’s Boon was simple, yet possibly the most important: after completing their trial, Aspirants were bestowed with the ability to perceive, and interact with, Soul

one, but a tyrant like Mountain King had five. Coincidentally, the only way

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