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

were also many people whom he did

long expedition was dead. So was Park, his nonchalant

had asked Sunny about his opinion on who could have killed Harus were now dead, too. So was the

had been in charge of the Memory Market during Gunlaug's reign, did not make. Perhaps this was why Aiko, his friend, was

what could have killed the seemingly immortal man, but suspected that his last hunt had been a truly terrifying sight to behold. Most of the

so, so

down on survivors like an unseen

at least not now. They weren't free of this

entered the very belly of

***

Sleepers, Sunny looked into the

of blood, as 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 see what hid in the depths of the cyclopic construct. Further away, the interior of the tower was

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

he glanced at

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

Sunny watched, she turned around and raised her head, looking in

humans.

go. Gather your strength. We are almost

hope igniting in them with renewed strength. Slowly, they rose to their feet. Those who were relatively fine supported those who

procession of humans headed deeper into the Spire. Nephis was walking at the front, holding Cassie by the hand.