Shadow Slave

The Lost crowded near the entrance, staring at the grisly scene with grim expressions. Welthe was in the corridor. She was standing in the middle of the pool of blood, her fists clenched.

Sunny wasn't clear on who had discovered the bodies, since he only woke up due to the noise of everyone rushing to the door and the shine of the sparks of light as they summoned their weapons. He remained at the back of the crowd, using one of the shadows to study the corpses, and another to observe the surviving sentinels.

There was a thoughtful expression on his face.

'I wonder…'

Before he could finish the thought, Pierce appeared from behind the bend of the corridor, glanced at Welthe, shook his head briefly, and then growled at the Lost:

"What are you standing around for?! Clean up this mess and secure the perimeter! No one moves alone or in pairs, three people minimum! Be ready, the bastard might return at any minute!"

The soldiers glanced at each other, seeds of fear blooming in the depths of their eyes. Then, they silently got to work, following the Master's command.

Sunny lingered for a few moments, then returned to Cassie and sat down on his mattress.

The blind girl asked quietly:

"Who died? And how?"

He rubbed his face tiredly.

"The guards. One was the guy who had noticed my shadow back in the great hall. The other, I didn't know him. As to how… pretty much the same as everyone else. Butchered and cut to pieces…"

She thought for a bit, then frowned.

"And no one heard a thing?"

Sunny sighed.

Or his new vessel possesses

a bit,

"Anyway, you should prepare."

Cassie tilted her head.

what? Another

precision and purpose. However, there was a hint of uncertainty on their pale faces. The sentinels tried to hide

He looked down.

somehow broke through the seals and got into the inner sanctum. However, once they have time

girl paled. Sunny smiled darkly

he has been with them this whole time, hiding in one of the two strangers who had miraculously escaped an enchanted cell and insisted on being taken to this

Cassie gritted her teeth.

way to pin these

He chuckled.

have to do with any of this? Reason is always the first victim

few seconds, rose to go

part of the hall that had been converted into a makeshift kitchen, many gazes followed him. Just as he had expected, they were slowly

frightened, too, he put some porridge in the

'...Interesting.'

have been as crazed as Sunny had

not sat right with him. Mordret had shown himself to be extremely cunning and meticulous, crafting such a masterful trap that even Sunny, who was an ingenious deceiver as

way in which dozens of the Lost had been killed and the morbid displays of demented butchery that the prince had left in the

advantage of surprise in exchange for only two lives, Sunny became convinced

heavy gazes, dark expressions contorting their faces, he was pretty sure that he understood its

be suspicious of each other, he wanted them to be tense and scared. He wanted

to devour souls was not absolute, and required the victim to be… what? To be defeated? To surrender? Or simply