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

a

"Anyway, you should prepare."

Cassie tilted her head.

for what? Another

didn't answer immediately, looking at the Lost. Everyone seemed busy and focused, moving with trained precision and purpose. However, there was a hint of uncertainty on their pale faces. The sentinels tried to hide it,

He looked down.

thinks that Mordret somehow broke through the seals and got into the inner sanctum. However, once they have time to think, they'll realize

paled. Sunny smiled darkly and

hiding in one of the two strangers who had miraculously escaped an enchanted cell and insisted on being

Cassie gritted her teeth.

no reasonable way to

He chuckled.

this? Reason is always the

silent and, after a few

of the hall that had been converted into a makeshift kitchen, many gazes followed him. Just

he put some porridge in

'...Interesting.'

as crazed as Sunny had

Nothing behaved 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

the morbid displays of demented butchery that the prince had left in the halls of the Night Temple, however,

reveal his presence in the inner sanctum and sacrifice the invaluable advantage of surprise in exchange for only two lives,

him with heavy gazes, dark expressions contorting their faces, he was

each other, he wanted them to be

To make their souls weak and their willpower shaken, of course. Which suggested that his ability to devour souls was not absolute, and required the victim to be… what? To be defeated? To surrender?