Shadow Slave

Sunny flinched as the sound of shattering mirrors filled his ears. No one else seemed to react to it, though — and a moment later, as the cracked piece of glass in Master Pierce's hand exploded into a rain of shards, the sound abruptly disappeared.

The fearsome man shuddered.

"No…"

'What is happening?!'

Sunny took a step back. Things were happening too fast, and he couldn't comprehend the situation yet. All he knew was that his heart was cold, and his mind was overwhelmed by a premonition of something ominous, dreadful, and disastrous happening.

He had been fooled… he had made a mistake!

Cassie shifted slightly, tilting her head with a tense and confused expression.

In the next moment, Pierce swiftly turned to the sentinel, his face still pale and terrified, but now also full of grim resolve. His voice, which had been so confident just a few moments ago, now sounded panicked:

"Seal the temple! Destroy the Gateway! Go, now! We can't… we can't let that thing escape…"

Sunny's eyes widened.

'D… destroy the Gateway?! What the hell does he mean?!'

And what thing he was talking about?

The sentinel didn't seem to have these questions. Pierce's terror had spread to him like an infection, but the man simply nodded and darted out of the room without letting fear slow him down.

Cassie took a step back to let him pass, then asked tensely:

"Sir Pierce? What is going on?"

As though reminded of their presence, the Master turned around and threw a dark, menacing look at Sunny.

"...You!"

His voice shook with barely suppressed fury.

'Crap…'

but before he could even move, the tall man was already beside him, grabbing him by the shoulder. If it

Cassie, causing

of

were being dragged out of the room. He threw a regretful glance at the pile of his belongings that was left laying on the table, stared at the Covetous Coffer for

do, what

something… had manipulated him to do something… and now, the whole Citadel was on high alarm and furious with Sunny. Whatever it was that the mysterious prince had used Sunny to achieve, it was bad enough

were

I try to fight my way out? And… should I also be

another thought occurred

is… is Mordret himself that

heart grew

but the first one was rather easy. Sunny was strong, but not nearly strong enough to fight two Masters and a hundred deadly elites, especially

plays out and make a move if the circumstances demand

Master Pierce dragged them into

pandemonium. Several Lost darted past them, their shadows dancing on the black walls in the orange glow of the ornate oil

could see motion and sense hurried, but orderly movement in every direction. Unlike before, each inhabitant of the temple was now clad in armor and wielded deadly weapons. They were swift and disciplined, like professional soldiers that were preparing for

there was an army

But, despite all that…

behind the facade of calmness

of the sentinels, ordering him to stop, then

two up

his outrage, but before he could, the whole temple suddenly shuddered. A few moments later, a deafening soundwave rolled through

gates… they

reach into the emptiness beyond its outer wall. But as soon as the gates closed, that changed, as though the temple

was now sealed… with them

Staggering and trying not to fall, Sunny

thing he saw was a woman with beautiful red hair appearing before the fearsome Master. She wore a simple black tunic and leather vambraces, her shins protected by a pair

the Spell

moment later, the two disappeared behind a turn of

be Master

through the disorienting maze of corridors and stairs. They were descending lower and lower, most likely heading toward one of the cathedral's belfries. His expression was dark and severe, and for a good reason — everywhere they passed through, the inhabitants of the Night Temple were busy preparing for

Instead, most of the Lost were rushing deeper

wasn't long before they heard

sound traveled through the confusing interior of the cathedral in a strange manner, so it was hard to say from which direction the screams came. They seemed distant, and yet, Sunny couldn't help but feel his