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.

well as a few unlucky people who had paid a heavy tribute in exchange for the promise of

Gunlaug gone, that safety was

Guards didn't care who they killed, or were even glad to be let off the chain. Even if there were those among them who had preserved some vestiges of conscience, now, it was utterly gone, devoured by the crowd instinct and the

and

do this to other

also hypocritical. Humans were indeed the most adaptable of creatures. When they needed to, they were easily able to devoid their victims of the status of a human being, thus absolving themselves of any guilt or

than cattle,

had practiced that simple mind

a second. Jumping to his feet, Sunny

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

"Protect Lady Nephis!"

"Kill the bastards!"

"Judgment!"

who had the misfortune of being stuck between them. Screams of terror and pain filled the great hall. The floor turned slippery with blood,

Effie, who had easily tore the rope that bound her arms and met them with a ferocious grin, the beautiful bronze spear weaving itself from sparks of light in her

hall. Many fell on the floor, and were then crushed

he didn't

Nephis, Sunny batted someone's sword away and then punched his opponent in the face, causing him to fly

may have had plans to kill Changing Star at the moment

of the Hunters. No matter how strong and skilled Caster was, this was not an opponent that would go down easily, if at all. He couldn't extricate himself from that fight

seems to be

was another. Much

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

see his face because the shadow never left the darkness of the alcove, watching the dreadful hunchback's

at Gunlaug's dead body, his glassy eyes confused