Shadow Slave

The red cloud enveloped Gunlaug, seeping through the crack in his helmet. A second too late to react, the Bright Lord reeled away… but not before inhaling the pollen of the nightmarish flower.

Sunny didn't know when and how Nephis had gotten it, but he knew that he wasn't mistaken — this was the pollen of the Blood Flower, the grisly parasitic blossom that he himself had the misfortune of inhaling once, a long time ago.

The memory of the bloodthirsty red flowers growing through his lungs sent shivers through Sunny's entire body. Back then, the only reason for why he had not become a host for the insidious Nightmare Creature was because of the Blood Weave. Without it, he would have been devoured from the inside in mere minutes.

…And now, the Bright Lord was going to fall to the same fate.

'She… she really did it…'

The rest of the Sleepers gathered in the great hall did not know that Gunlaug was already as good as dead, however. Including the tyrant himself.

Bending over in a fit of violent coughing, he growled:

"What? What have you done to me, bitch?!"

Nephis was still where he had dropped her, kneeling on the floor. Her armor was shattered and torn, with rivers of blood streaming down the cracked white metal. The brilliant radiance of her skin had been extinguished, but there were incandescent flames burning under it.

The horrible wounds on her chest were slowly closing, and the lacerations on her face were already gone, leaving it just as perfect as it had been before. That face, however, was bloodied and pale, contorted in an expression of terrible agony.

In her eyes, however, there was dark malice.

A chorus of whispers rolled through the crowd when they witnessed the ghastly wounds healing themselves. Be it the members of the Host or the slum dwellers, all of them had two words on their lips:

"Immortal Flame!"

"Immortal Flame!"

someone shouted, their voice full

this is the blessing of

to her feet. Then, she struggled to look at the Bright Lord and said, her

"I... I killed you."

eye first narrow, and then suddenly open wide. In the next

scream

'...It's about to start.'

subtly positioning himself

and groaned. There was blood

laugh resounded in the throne room of the ancient

did you really?

merged with the strange armor. He took a step toward Nephis, but then swayed and

more blood spilling through the cracks in the visor of his golden helmet. A muffled

him, stunned, their eyes full of disbelief, anger,

head

can't… can't die

on him, her face cold and motionless. There was no triumph or gloating

was also no

for a moment and then said, her voice

Your nightmare is

disturbing, gurgling sound coming from somewhere deep in

good. Yours is… only starting,

and then turned away. Swaying, the Bright Lord took one step forward,

white marble and climbed them,

the ancient castle with a strange, wistful expression.

his body relaxing. Sunny was perhaps the only one who had heard him, due to the fact that his shadow was hiding in the darkness

In the beginning… I really