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.

too hasty, my friend. The boy might prove useful later

“But…”

an end to their

going to leave anyone behind. As for how much longer he’ll be

but then

what do we

the broken road, then down the slope of the mountain, and finally up, where a sheer cliff wall was

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 the peak,

He looked up.

the original path should still be somewhere above us. If we reach it, we should be able

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

vertical wall anymore, but still, the incline was quite

the first

that? Are you

Scholar helplessly shrugged.

have a better

Scholar stubbornly carried the weapons they had picked up off the dead soldier’s bodies, but Sunny, with some

now, but every extra gram of weight was bound to feel like a ton all too soon. As the weakest member of the group, he was already struggling to keep up, so there wasn’t a lot of

the weight of the supplies on his shoulders was already hard enough, but climbing up the mountain itself turned out to be pure torture. Just half an hour later, he felt like his muscles were going to melt,

remind himself to watch his footing, too. On this unstable, icy slope one misstep was enough to send a man tumbling

about something

thoughts could he

receive at the end of this trial. The boon of

what role an Awakened would be able to play, how great their potential would be,

possibly the most important: after completing their trial, Aspirants were bestowed with the ability to perceive, and interact with, Soul Cores. Soul Cores were the basis of one’s rank and

lowly beast had just one, but a tyrant like Mountain King had

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