Shadow Slave

Before the gates of the temple, a large hall stood, submerged in darkness. The air was permeated with the smell of rot, and at least a dozen of eviscerated bodies lay on the cold stones, staring into nothingness with their empty eyes.

Sunny had long become accustomed to such sights, so he wasn't too bothered by it. The implication, however, left him feeling cold.

'Damnation…'

He entered the hall, both Saint and the Serpent emerging silently from his shadows. Cassie followed, gripping the hilt of the Quiet Dancer so hard that her fingers turned white.

Sunny walked over to the nearest corpse, held his breath, and knelt beside it, studying its wounds. Then, with a grim expression, he moved over to the next one and did the same.

It took him some time to check on each of the slain Lost, and by the end, his eyes were full of darkness.

The blind girl remained silent for a few moments, then asked, her voice tense and trembling:

"...How did they die?"

He lingered for a second, then shook his head.

"Sword wounds."

Each of the fallen sentinels was killed with one precise, fatal strike. However, most of them were terribly mutilated and covered in multiple wounds — none of them lethal, but all aimed at inflicting the maximum amount of pain.

The killer, whoever it was, wanted his victims to suffer before they died.

Well… Sunny was pretty sure that he knew who the killer was.

Mordret. The man — or thing — that he had set free.

It seemed that the Prince of Nothing had a sadistic streak about him.

…But that wasn't the problem.

and powerful Aspect that allowed him to deal either mind or soul damage to other living beings. That

looking the prisoner of the Night Temple in the eyes… which was good, since both Sunny and

of incredible skill… skilled and powerful enough to not only kill a dozen experiences Awakened with a sword, but also to play with

supposed to win against

then walked past the corpses and

Welthe had told them that the Citadel was sealed, and no one except for

tried to push open the gates, but to no avail. The heavy doors didn't budge even when Saint joined him. None of the keys their jailers had carried were of any use, too…

looked beneath the surface of the gates, hoping to see the same type of primitive

"Curse it."

gave the gates a good kick, then turned around and walked back to Cassie in

we aren't getting out

happen in a week, at

be able to survive that

frowned, then

"Where to, then?"

for a

damned place… why not try and accomplish the task

go check

knife was still there,

the scene of the cruel massacre behind, the two of them headed deeper into the stone bowels of

***

took them a long time to cross the outward ring and enter the central temple. The distance itself was not that considerable, but the bizarre interior of the cathedral was disorienting

eerie emptiness of the deserted Citadel were slowly stretching their already tense nerves. Both Sunny and Cassie had not recovered from their ordeal completely, so they had to stop and

also encountered more morbid remnants of the struggle that had been going on inside the Night Temple while they were slowly dying inside the cage — rotting corpses of the Lost, signs of bloodshed and destruction, as well as things that

they were traveling through the workshop of a

each minute that passed, Sunny grew

of what his actions had led to. Even if he had been an unwilling accomplice, Mordret

an

about the world… but on the other hand, Sunny

everything was fine, and finally led Cassie into the grand hall of the