Shadow Slave

Summoning Saint to stand side by side with him once again, Sunny glanced at the gates of the Spire, grimaced, and jumped down from the mound of coral.

'I don't like this at all…'

Out there on the island, it was quiet. Too quiet.

Even though all the Nightmare Creatures were now behind him, slowly devouring the Dreamer Army, the open space pierced by the gazes of the severed heads of stone colossus was too ominous and foreboding to not spell trouble.

But Sunny was done being afraid a long time ago.

'You fear me, instead.'

Walking forward, he passed between the giant heads and entered the empty space in front of the cyclopean gates. Feeling as though someone was staring at his back, Sunny shivered and approached the seven locks.

Halfway to the gates, he stopped, hesitated for a moment and then looked back, at stone heads.

This was the first time he saw the faces of the seven heroes.

The face of the Lord was noble and dignified, the face of the Priestess — beautiful and gentle. The Slayer was arrogant and cold, her lips twisted in a crooked grin. The Stranger wore a helmet, darkness nesting in the crack of its visor.

'...People. They were just people.'

Turning away, Sunny sighed, then shook his head in dejection.

'I won't judge you for what you have done. But I hope… I really that we will be able to do better.'

With that, he took another step forward… and froze.

Something had changed on the stretch of land between him and the gates of the Crimson Spire. A cold wind suddenly howled, throwing bits of coral into the air.

of did not fall down. Instead, more and more of the crimson shards flew up, slowly forming into seven twisted

and outstretched his hand, summoning the Midnight

seven golems of crimson coral stood in front of him and Saint, blocking the path to the star sigil. He recognized their

the Knight. The slender figure of the Slayer. The graceful

inhuman, but radiated a sense of terrible, profane power. Despite their outward appearance, he felt that these creatures were desecrating the memory of the ancient heroes instead of manifesting

toward the coral golems, the blade

really think

gleamed, turning cold

come and get

dashed forward

out of nowhere and put his round

Sunny's eyes widened.

'Fast…'

later, he noticed a beak of a war hammer flying toward his temple

and slid

How are

inevitable malice. Each of the golems

his side, Saint raised her shield and hit its rim twice with the

'Whatever. Let's do this!'

***

black water, the Dreamer Army was still furiously resisting the horde of Nightmare Creatures. By now, all of the monsters had left the coral bridge

still alive were engulfed by the bloody chaos of

devastating pressure that the horde exerted in the zealous attempts to extinguish that light. Any human that tried to approach and help

ground, their cursed blood boiling and evaporating into the air. Not only was her presence relieving the pressure from the rest

give up? As long as her light was there to banish the darkness, how could they lose

why no monster had managed to break through the

slippery surface of the crimson coral, Kai gazed at the terrible scene of the massacre