Shadow Slave

Left on the top of the tall mound of crimson coral, Cassie stood alone in the darkness.

Now that the Quiet Dancer had left her side, she was back to her previous self.

Lost.

Weak.

Frightened.

Utterly helpless.

The oppressive nothingness surrounded her from all sides.

But that nothingness was full of sound.

It swelled with the deafening cacophony of the nightmare horde's onslaught. Cassie heard howls, growling, inhuman screams, shrieks, and the scraping of chitin.

She heard the clangor of steel and the sound of flesh being ripped apart.

She also heard countless human voices calling out to any kind of deity that could save them. Full of fury, agony, bravery, fear, resolve, sorrow, strength, helplessness, hope, faith, despair, disbelief.

She heard them dying.

Standing above it all, Cassie shivered. She wanted to press her hands against her ears, but didn't.

…Her terrible vision was coming true.

And she was back to being lost in the darkness.

Just like before. Worse than before. Almost like on that first day in this cursed, forsaken, lightless land.

In this forgotten hell.

Back then, she had found herself stranded on a similar mound of coral. Only what surrounded her was the dark sea and not a horde of Nightmare Creatures.

But Cassie didn't know that. She didn't know where she was, and what was hiding in the boundless darkness. She only knew that she was alone, and helpless.

That she was going to die in that lonesome, cold nothingness.

she hugged her knees

of death, a cold and indifferent voice came

"...What are you doing?"

she met Nephis, who saved and protected her ever since. Without even asking anything in

she

all-encompassing prison of her loneliness. How was Cassie

to be callous and cruel, but was actually caring

had to make

she had to

Or die with it...

stood, listening to the sounds of slaughter, a sudden gust of wind rustled her beautiful

turned

paled, and her lips

'No!'

alone, away from the battle and anyone who could have heard

storm… there

***

much smaller, but still held on. In fact, it was slowly pushing

Memories to replace them summoned their melee weapons and joined the vanguard, reinforcing its dwindling numbers. The Artisans had done the same, abandoning their siege engines and throwing themselves into the

its seemingly endless reserve of fresh bodies. With no more abominations crossing the bridges of crimson coral and lunging

the unassailable core of the human formation and rallying fighters around her, with Effie stalling the entire horde to give the rest of the humans time to mend the breaches in their defense lines, for a few minutes,

opposing forces seemed to

would have taken for the humans to turn that balance in their favor was

"Come on! Hold strong!"

"Lit yourself on fire!"

"Follow the Immortal Flame!"

about to be decided, a gust

The light dimmed slightly.

a few moments. Their faces became as

the Crimson Spire, an impenetrable wall of darkness was slowly devouring the world. It was approaching the

A storm was coming.

water that swirled around the island of the cyclopean tower suddenly

then, it began to crawl

faster and faster, the black whirlpool swelled and moved forward, swallowing the crimson coral meter after a meter, its dark

cursed sea was coming to devour the Forgotten

not react in the same way as

in eerie triumph, and then crashed into the Dreamer