Shadow Slave

The first Guard to follow Tessai's order lunged forward, summoning his weapon… and fell to the ground, a heavy kunai suddenly appearing in his eye.

Due to the everyone's attention being drawn to the bloodied figure on the throne, no one noticed as Sunny moved his hand slightly, letting the Prowling Thorn fly.

He wasn't looking at Gunlaug, though. His eyes were drawn to Nephis, while his shadow watched Caster.

When the Bright Lord died, something strange happened to Changing Star. Her eyes opened wide, losing focus, and then she swayed a little and fell to one knee.

Her body was busy rearranging itself after absorbing a huge amount of soul essence, which made Nephis vulnerable for a few moments.

That was when Tessai had given his order, and that was when Sunny threw his kunai and killed the Guard rushing to attack the slum dwellers.

Someone screamed, and in the next moment, the great hall of the Castle descended into chaos.

Unnoticed by anyone, Caster suddenly turned into a blur.

'Not so fast!'

Sunny was thrown of his feet and awkwardly fell, his wrist screaming in pain. He had achieved his goal, though: even while falling, he saw the proud Legacy rolling on the marble floor, tripped by the invisible string of the Prowling Thorn.

A second later, hundreds of Sleepers clashed against each other, their suppressed rage, bloodlust, and murderous resentment finally exploding into a storm of violence.

The white marble was instantly painted red with blood.

The Guards slaughtered indiscriminately, their powerful Memory armaments and training giving them a vast advantage over the disorganized crowd of slum dwellers. But they weren't killing just those who came from the outer settlement: in the panic and havoc that engulfed the throne room, differentiating friend from foe was not an easy task.

unlucky people who had

Gunlaug gone, that safety was now gone,

vestiges of conscience, now, it was utterly gone, devoured by the crowd instinct and the exhilaration of being free from all restraints.

frightening thing that Sunny had ever seen… and he had seen some of the most chilling horrors the Dream Realm had to

humans do this to

moot, and also hypocritical. Humans were indeed the most adaptable of creatures. When they needed to, they were easily able to devoid

cattle,

practiced that simple mind trick himself

a fraction of a second. Jumping to his feet,

senses and met the assault of the Host with as much fury and bloodlust. Even though they were less experienced, well-fed, and

"Protect Lady Nephis!"

"Kill the bastards!"

"Judgment!"

pain filled the great hall. The floor turned slippery with blood, and dead bodies piled on

a young Guard and drive the tip of his sword into the enemy's throat. He saw several Hunters of the Host lunge at Effie, who had easily tore the rope that bound her arms and met them with a ferocious

saw people screaming in fear as they tried to flee the hall. Many fell on the floor, and

problem was, he

batted someone's sword away and then punched his opponent in the face, causing him to fly back with a pained

kill Changing Star at the moment of her weakness, but thanks to Sunny's subtle intervention, he had lost that

hand, he was fighting none other than Gemma, the leader of the Hunters. No matter how

That problem seems to

was

up to the white throne, Harus was standing with his back turned to the slaughter below, a strangely disoriented

never left the darkness

staring at Gunlaug's dead body, his glassy