Shadow Slave

In the center of the cursed city, a tall hill towered above the ruins. At its base, an arch made of pristine white marble stood amidst the devastation. It was unscathed and spotless, as though protected from the entropic touch of the all-consuming darkness by some sublime force. Beyond the arch, a wide road paved with white stones scaled the hill.

Sunny looked up as they passed beneath the arch, trying to imagine crowds of festively dressed people doing the same in the distant past. It was hard and a little heartbreaking thinking about how the ancient city must have looked before the mysterious calamity.

Not turning her head, Effie said in a wistful tone:

"There are areas in the ruins that many Nightmare Creatures tend to avoid for some reason. The castle is one of these places. I was told that back when the original group of Sleepers came here hoping to carve a foothold in the city, there was only a single Spire Messenger nesting in the throne room, with no other monsters around. Those madmen actually managed to kill it."

Nephis gave her a glance.

"Spire Messenger?"

The huntress chuckled.

"Big ugly bastards with black feathers and pale bodies, you must have seen them hunting in the Labirynth. They come from the Spire."

Changing Star hesitated.

"What are their rank and class?"

Effie shivered a little.

"Fallen beasts. That's why I said that those guys were a little mad. But they were a powerful bunch."

She grew silent and then added in a quiet voice:

"It must have taken a lot to kill them, in the end."

Brought into a solemn mood by that last statement, they continued forward in silence. The stone road coiled around the hill, slowly climbing its sheer slopes. Here and there, it was broken by long stretches of stairs and formidable, but strangely graceful fortifications. No one was standing guard, though. The whole road was empty.

gestured to one of the stone barricades and

are there

Effie shrugged.

will notice anything that approaches the hill, though. The whole city is in clear

enjoying the feeling

up the coiling road of white stone, they finally reached

it looked even

mountain made by human hands. The frontmost tower was wide and imposing, with

by smaller companion towers of

and there,

at the same time radiated a feeling of unassailable firmness. It was as though the castle was built for gods, not

dozens of human skulls hanging above the

to grim reality by this ghastly

the stone platform. They were built from fragments of rubble, rotting wood and pieces of monster hides, chaotically clinging to the stones

moments later. It was the motley, but unmistakable stench of the slums. That stench was nothing like the

help but

'Gee. I'm home.'

shiny Memories, with those wearing armor standing out among the rest like rare oddities. Most of them

wanted

he had been through ever since becoming infected by the Nightmare Spell, the cycle had

the funniest

wasn't fate, then he didn't know what was. Oh, the

voice tore him away

"Sunny? Are you okay?"

a couple of times, then slowly turned to face her and said after

I was

sounded strange, because she gave him a long look

relax just