Shadow Slave

Sitting on the cold stone floor, Sunny inhaled deeply and looked at the people that surrounded him.

All of them were exhausted, wounded, covered in blood, dirt, barely staying conscious. Their armor was broken and torn, and their faces were deathly pale. They sat on the ground, too tired to move or talk, breathing heavily, and stared down with empty eyes.

There were so few of them left…

But also much more than he had expected.

Around a hundred Sleepers had survived the battle of the Crimson Spire. They were the strongest, the bravest… but mostly, the luckiest warriors of the Dreamer Army. Four-fifths of it had been eviscerated in the slaughter.

Not to mention another five hundred or so that had died during the bloody struggle for the throne of the Bright Castle.

This hundred was all that remained of more than a thousand humans that had been surviving on the Forgotten Shore before Changing Star had arrived in the Dark City like a brilliant omen of disaster. Like a herald of ruinous change.

But Sunny was appalled and horrified as much as he was surprised and elated. He had honestly thought that the number of people who would make it this far was going to be in the single digits.

...Looking around, he searched for familiar faces.

Nephis and Cassie were there, of course. So was Kai. Effie was slumped against a wall, dressed only in her white chiton, which was now torn and painted completely red with blood. Her armor seemed to have been completely destroyed.

Caster was also there, bandaging a shallow wound on his shoulder. Compared to other survivors, he seemed strangely clean. However, his armor was seriously damaged, too. It seemed that even incredible speed had not been enough to avoid the fury of the nightmare horde.

Seishan stood slightly apart from the rest of them, surrounded by a dozen surviving Handmaidens. The beautiful woman was heavily injured, the luster of her skin and sparkling eyes growing bleak and dim. From what Sunny could see, she was barely alive.

Aiko, who was sitting on the floor, wiping tears off her delicate

people whom

long expedition was dead. So was Park, his nonchalant friend who had been responsible for turning Effie into a

opinion on who could have killed Harus were now dead, too. So

charge of the Memory Market during Gunlaug's reign, did not

his last hunt had been a truly terrifying sight to behold. Most of the people Gemma had brought to Changing

so, so many

absence pressed down on survivors

sorrow, at least not now.

entered the very belly

***

away from the hundred Sleepers, Sunny looked into

if rivers of it had once streamed from the top of the Spire and then suddenly turned solid. Because of that, it was hard

to explore. The Crimson Terror had already proven its ability to hurt the it, so he

he glanced

peering into the growing brightness that drowned the Forgotten Shore. By now, the light

around and raised her head, looking in

and then faced the surviving humans. Her calm voice echoed in the darkness of

to go. Gather your strength. We are almost

to their feet. Those who were relatively

at the front, holding Cassie by the hand. Somehow, Sunny