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].

Attribute! What business did a Nightmare

with

Master Attribute Description: [Born on the battlefield, the Stone

Stone Saint is highly resistant to all forms of

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

who had

Attributes alone, he lowered his gaze and read the

child of the -unknown- had created them from stone to quell the fire burning in his resentful heart. However, that

artificial being or a descendant of one. In any case, that was before she was corrupted by… well. Whatever it was that

it mattered. A monster was

warrior bore had to have come from their original creator, who was at least

Just like mysterious Weaver.

Echo with his altered eyes. What he saw made him

strings that formed an infinitely complex pattern. Only in its

serving as anchors for the endless strings. One of them was situated in the

closely. And there, behind the shining pattern of the diamond strings, he noticed another, much more primitive and crude system of adamantine threads. They pierced the stone flesh of the Echo, resembling a human

diamond, but they were much less ethereal. In fact,

sense… that makes sense. Wait, how

by the Spell. They were artificial. The Stone Saint, too, was artificial, but in a much more mundane sense. She was made by a child of the

the Stone Saint was eerily

mean that the Spell itself had

a sound theory, there was too little information to actually consider it substantiated or even remotely believable. He needed to find out more, learn more, uncover

be time for it

had something equally as