Shadow Slave

After that, things became hectic.

Sunny had to push himself to the limit to fight against multiple opponents while maintaining the pace with the rest of the group. Knowing that slowing down meant death, he slashed, dodged, blocked and moved back without allowing himself even a moment of respite. Slowly but surely, countless wounds began accumulating on his body.

But even then, it wasn't enough.

So he pushed himself past his limit.

After all, this was the exact situation he had been preparing himself for by enduring the ruthless onslaught of the Stone Saint day after day. The inevitability of having to fight against an overwhelming force.

Dark, vehement fury ignited in his chest, washing away pain and fear.

"Come, come and get me! I'm right here!"

Who did they think they were trying to kill?

Noticing four new abominations answer his call, Sunny couldn't help but laugh.

'Good… good…'

Their assault came fast and without mercy, not leaving him any room to breathe. But Sunny welcomed it.

Dodging one of the skeletons, he dashed forward and positioned himself behind another one, so that its body blocked the path of the third.

He couldn't do anything about the fourth one for the moment, but its attack was accounted for… it was going to hurt like hell, but not to the point of killing him. Blood Weave was going to take care of the rest.

The Midnight Shard cut through the air and severed the undead creature's knee, causing it to clumsily fall to the ground. At the same time, cold fingers tore into Sunny's side. He had already shifted his body to make sure that they were not going to damage any vital organs.

Puppeteer's Shroud taking most of the damage, Sunny only ended up

'Ah! Crap! That hurts!'

it. The only thing he regretted was the fact that, with the shadow wrapped around the Midnight Shard, he couldn't observe its movement during this long

could have

rush of power fill his muscles. In the same fluid movement, Sunny took a step toward

step, Sunny circled around the disoriented creature, hooked his hand around its damaged skull,

two remaining ones, briefly slowing down their approach. By the time the undead abominations regained their balance, Sunny was already upon them. The Midnight Shard flashed three times, turning the three skeletons into three

leg he had chopped off at the start of the skirmish. Sunny glanced at the creature that was madly crawling toward him and

Then, he groaned.

think I overdid

battle was too intense and had lasted for too long. Even with his endurance enhanced by the Blood Weave, he was nearing the point where his performance would start

he would die. Because the damn undead creatures were not only immortal, but also

mind, a new wave of skeletons lunged at him from the depths of

his sword, he gritted his

'Time for plan B…'

***

Sunny noticed that Nephis had finally summoned her flames, channeling them into the blade of her sword — just

blinding radiance of the incandescent blade, the

'Perfect timing!'

to switch places with him. As they passed each other, he sent the shadow

menacing carmine fire. Her skin shone with dark radiance, and wisps of ghostly grey fog appeared from beneath her stonelike armor like dancing flames. The impenetrable darkness of

tricks

into the undead creatures, sending splinters of bones and severed limbs flying through the

few seconds. His battered body was screaming with pain, and the grey fabric of the Puppeteer's

the cohort got a chance to

rest of the party, preoccupied as they were with their