Shadow Slave

Previously, Sunny had considered the living statues to be just that, monuments brought to life by evil spirits. There were a lot of revenants like that walking the streets of the cursed city.

Take the Black Knight, for example — Sunny was almost sure that the bastard was actually just a suit of armor with a vengeful wraith imprisoned within it. He had no proof that there was an actual body in that moving steel fortress, at least.

However, after watching the Stone Saint die right before his eyes, he wasn't so sure that she and the Black Knight were the same anymore. There certainly were similarities… even the design of their armors was somewhat similar, as though one had originated from the other. But the stone warrior's armor seemed much more… ancient.

And then there was the ruby dust that flowed from the stone creature's wounds instead of blood. Since when did statues have blood? It was almost like these strange creatures were designed to possess their own weird form of life. Come think about it, the stone warriors resembled artificial beings brought to life by some dark magic much more than they resembled undead creatures.

'Mysteries, mysteries, mysteries all around!'

Perhaps the runes describing the Stone Saint would provide him with some answers.

The Echo, meanwhile, was coming to life. Two magenta flames ignited in her gemstone eyes. The stone of her armor suddenly gleamed with subtle metal shine, the smooth surface of her granite skin turned slightly less rigid. Silently turning her head, the Saint gazed at Sunny through the narrow split of her helmet's visor.

"Let's see…"

He concentrated on the runes.

Echo: Stone Saint.

Echo Rank: Awakened.

Echo Class: Monster.

Echo Attributes: [Battle Master], [Stalwart], [Mark of Divinity].

That was the same as his original Attribute! What business did a Nightmare Creature have walking around with the

with

[Born on the battlefield, the Stone Saint is proficient

highly resistant to all forms of damage, as well as being fully immune to mind and

his head. No wonder these silent stone warriors were so deadly. They were literally a bunch of killing machines created

who had

the Attributes alone, he lowered his gaze and read the next line of

[Deep in the cavernous halls of his dark domain, the last child of the -unknown- had created them from stone to quell the fire burning in his resentful heart. However, that fire only grew hotter. Designed to

again. Or rather, their children. It seemed like his theory was correct. The Stone Saint was either an artificial being or a descendant of one. In any case, that was before she

it mattered. A

creator, who was

Just like mysterious Weaver.

motionless Echo with his

from the countless diamond strings that formed an infinitely complex pattern.

the Stone Saint's body, serving as anchors for the endless strings. One of them was situated in the place where her heart should have been, the other in the lower part of her

strings, he noticed another, much more primitive and crude system of adamantine threads. They pierced the stone flesh of the

were much less ethereal. In fact, they were entirely corporeal.

sense. Wait, how

created by the Spell. They were artificial. The Stone Saint, too, was artificial, but in a much more

Stone Saint was eerily similar to the technique that the Spell used, although it did

the Spell itself had come

or even remotely believable. He needed to find out more, learn

would be time for it

something equally as interesting right