Shadow Slave

The dark sea was gone.

And all the horrors that dwelt in its cursed depths were gone with it, too.

The world was bathed in pure sunlight. The surface of the Labyrinth suddenly became vibrant and bright, with stark shadows hiding under the jagged pillars of the crimson coral. The furious white sun burned above the Crimson Spire, as if frozen in the middle of the sky.

Sunny even had to cover his eyes for a few seconds.

Laying on the ground, he allowed himself a few moments of rest. A short laugh escaped from his lips.

'I actually did it?'

Speak about the unlikely events...

Unfortunately, he couldn't really rest yet.

The battle wasn't over. The horde of Nightmare Creatures was not defeated yet.

…And somewhere in the Spire, the Crimson Terror itself was not defeated, either.

With a deep sigh, Sunny collected himself and rose to his feet. They were almost there. They almost escaped. Now, all that was left was to make one final push. Even if it was going to be the hardest one yet...

Looking at the tall mound of coral towering above him, he squinted against the light and began climbing it.

Was it always so bright?

As Sunny climbed, he summoned the runes and glanced at them.

Shadows: [Marble Saint].

'Thank gods.'

He knew that Saint was alright, but still wanted to check. The taciturn demon had been heavily damaged and was bound to spend a long time restoring herself, however, her existence was not in danger.

his eyes slid

Shadow Fragments: [999/1000].

'...Crap.'

out what was going to happen once he

a slumber for several weeks, as Saint had? Or suddenly become incapacitated amidst furious combat, as

could cost

do anything about it

of unease, he continued his climb and soon reached the very top of the coral pillar. Standing on it, Sunny looked in the direction of

rolling off his skin. A moment later,

across his upper lip. It came away wet with

nose bleed?

why did he feel

hand in confusion, a violent ripple suddenly ran through his

***

the deep moat that surrounded the island, the remnants of the Dreamer Army were at the precipice of turning the tide of battle

and the relentless onslaught of the horde, lost in the fury of a cataclysmic

dark sea had retreated. The sun shined brightly in the sky, drowning the battlefield

continued to attack the humans in a frenzied rage, their claws and fangs reaping one life after another. But the survivors of the Dreamer Army were

steeled their hearts and fought with zeal, fervor, and murderous will. More and more Nightmare Creatures fell to their blades,

retreated, but their faith in Changing Star now burned even brighter. She had promised to guide them out of this hell, and somehow,

not impossible anymore.

Nephis herself suddenly stumbled and slowed her sword dance. A confused, alarmed frown appeared on her face. Dodging the claws of an attacking abomination, she thrust her sword into

swarming monsters for a few

at

***

her, Kai

'What is happening?'

dodging bolts of lightning and the cursed Spire

Let alone react…

ached, and his vision