Shadow Slave novel Chapter 3175

Tatal had been gravely wounded in the battle against the Basilisk. In fact, she was barely alive.

But she was alive.

The shadow delivered her unconscious body, as well as the hide of the slain Devil, to the outskirts of the village. Then, he disappeared and returned to the comfortable, cold darkness of his cave. The tribesmen had to be full of shock and joy at the return of their shaman. After all, slaying the Basilisk was not what a mere Ascended was meant to be capable of... the battle Tatal had fought was, without a doubt, a spectacular and awesome feat — a feat worthy of becoming a song, or perhaps even a myth, one day.

The myth of a valiant shaman who faced an unstoppable calamity with a song and a copper blade.

But the shadow was in no mood to observe the tribesmen celebrating.

He was troubled... he was uneasy.

Even now that the Basilisk was dead and Tatal was out of danger, the shadow still felt strangely disturbed. It was all because of what Tatal had said, back in the depths of the forest.

‘Why did she refuse my help?’

The shadow was like a god to the people of the small human tribe. So why would Tatal turn away from her god and choose to face the Devil alone?

The shadow did not know why, but that question resonated with the depths of his dark being.

A fragment of a long-forgotten conversation surfaced from the depths of his mind, spoken by a man he did not remember in a life he did not want to recall.

‘Never trust the gods...’

Who had said it?

What did it mean?

The shadow already knew the kind of chilling horror lesser creatures felt when faced with the unfathomable vastness of Divine and Unholy beings — and of those who were Sacred or Cursed, as well. Being so small, so insignificant, so indescribably powerless... it almost made everything feel meaningless.

The only way to keep your sanity while sharing a world with such beings was not to think about their greatness at all.

However, the shadow had only ever considered the gods as a harrowing, inescapable threat. They did not even need to harbor any hostility against the shadow to destroy him. Entire realms could perish from the smallest aftershock of their actions — in front of them, even a being like him was no more than an ant, and just like an ant, he could be crushed by the careless steps of these giants.

He had only ever thought about the gods as an odd, inherently hazardous and calamitous force. He always assumed that beings that were lesser than him, like the tribesmen, would feel the same way.

But what if a god was benevolent, instead? What if a god was gentle and cared about you? What if they were willing to extend a helping hand without asking anything in return?

One would assume that having a god's favor would be an incredible boon. Who had not hoped for a miracle, after all? Who had not wished for there to be an all-powerful, kind being watching over them?

The shadow was neither kind nor all-powerful, but he could have been Tatal’s miracle.

And yet, she had refused him. It was for his benefit, yes, since she considered him a dear friend. But it was for her own benefit as well — her words hinted at that, implying something he had never considered

before...

That a benevolent god was just as terrifying as a hostile one — maybe even more so.

‘Why?’

The shadow spent a long time in the darkness, thinking.

In the end, he came to a conclusion that made him uncomfortable. That conclusion was not about what Tatal believed, but rather about what the shadow himself felt would be true... but that did not make it any less confusing.

It was that the existence of a kind god still rendered the efforts of mortals meaningless, while their benevolence was too sweet to resist — once someone tasted it, there was no going back.

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