Shadow Slave novel Chapter 2583

At dawn, Sunny was sitting on the Shadow Chair and watching the sun rise with a crystal glass of wine in his hand. It was quite difficult to get intoxicated as a Supreme - unless he wanted to - so the wine was nothing more than a symbolic gesture that Jet had insisted on.

They had to celebrate the Skinwalker's demise, after all.

Soul Reaper herself was reclining in a lounge chair of her own, with the striking vista of the Night Garden stretching below them. She looked at the lilac radiance of dawn and sighed.

"Life sure is odd sometimes..."

Sunny smiled faintly.

"How would we know? We're dead."

Jet laughed.

"Fair..."

She remained silent for a while, then said with a hint of amusement in her laidback tone: "But really - yesterday, I was at war with a Great Terror. Today, the Terror is gone, and the war is over. Mind you, I am not complaining... who would complain about peace? Anyone would agree, though, that it was all quite sudden."

Sunny shrugged.

"No need to worry... there's plenty of Great Terrors left to go around."

He took a sip of wine, then looked at Jet with curiosity.

"So, what are you going to do next? And I don't mean it philosophically-rather, what exactly is going to happen in the next few days?"

Jet did not consider his question for more than a moment.

"It's all a big mess. Nobody has really decided what to do with the Eastern Quadrant yet, but honestly, that is of little consequence for us. The Night Garden was supposed to escort a naval convoy across the ocean - that has not changed. It will be our last voyage in the waking world for a long while, though, because the ship's reserves of essence are running low. We were meant to return to the Dream Realm after delivering the refugees to the Northern Quadrant, and that has not changed either."

She lingered for a moment and then added neutrally:

"So, we will return to the Stormsea after about a week."

Sunny raised an eyebrow.

"Reserves of essence? And how, exactly, does the Night Garden replenish itself in the Dream Realm?"

Jet smiled, looking at the magnificent landscape of the titanic ship with a hint of affection.

"There are two main ways."

She pointed up.

She pointed up.

"Have you not wondered why this ship has such tall masts, but no sails?"

'The masts of the Night Garden were terrifyingly tall, extending many kilometers into the sky - the main mast, especially, was tall like a mountain. Each horizontal beam attached to them was long and wide enough to serve as a street, but there was no human dwelling there despite the limited space on the decks of the massive vessel.

There were no sails, either.

Sunny shrugged.

"The question did cross my mind."

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